[Arella]"That’s the last of it!"My mother-in-law cheers, dropping a cute lemon plushie into the baby crib.I take a step back, surveying the nursery. It looks… warm. Lived-in. The soft pastel colors, the delicate curtains framing the windows, the plush toys arranged neatly—it doesn’t feel like something out of a magazine. It feels like home."This was hard work," Ava grumbles, rubbing her tired eyes. But despite her exhaustion, there’s a glow on her face—a happiness she can’t quite hide.I smirk, arms folding across my chest. "Well, after all that lemon pie you ate for dessert, you deserve to burn off some energy."I tap her nose playfully. She snorts.I turn, only to find my mother-in-law watching us, her expression soft—too soft. It’s a look I haven’t quite learned how to read yet. Ever since we returned from my antenatal appointment today, she’s been sticking close, helping me add final touches to the baby’s room.Lincoln had offered to hire designers, but I wanted to do it mysel
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