"Thank you, Anne... Elise..." Sofia whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she pulled out the tiny onesies and soft blankets from the pastel paper bags on the table. "I'm only three months pregnant and you've already started shopping for my baby—even when we don't even know the gender yet."
She let out a soft laugh, but her eyes shimmered.
Anne moved closer and gently bumped shoulders with her. "This baby is our baby too. First godchild—we're not holding back."
"This little one is going to have three moms," Elise added with a grin, kneeling in front of her. "You. And us. Spoiled, protected, and smothered with love."
Sofia smiled, genuinely, her hands still clutching a folded pair of infant mittens. "You two are unbelievable."
But behind her smile... was hope.
Foolish, aching hope she wished she could bury deep enough to forget.
Because even now—even now—a part of her still dreamed of something more.
She wanted this child to have a father.
