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"I really know so," he whispered, pecking her forehead. "And you will be, sunshine, you always have been, always are, and always will be perfect for me and for our child." he whispered to her. (Timeskip to later in her pregnancy?) |
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--Timeskip-- Sera’s belly had grown round beneath her hands, the gentle weight of new life moving inside her a constant, quiet reminder of all that was coming. She sat curled on the couch, her legs tucked under a soft blanket, one hand resting atop her bump. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she whispered, brushing her fingers along the side of his face, her touch feather-light. “But I’m so, so grateful I get to raise our baby with you.” Her voice was soft, breathy with emotion. “I can’t wait to see them… to hold them. To see you holding them.” She laughed gently through the lump in her throat, blinking away tears. “They’re gonna know love from the second they open their eyes.” She took his hand and placed it on her belly, where a tiny foot kicked right beneath his palm. “They already do.” |
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Finn smiled, smiled, leaning into her, kissing her bump and then pressing his cheek against it, feeling the quiet movements of their baby. "Me too..." he whispered. |
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Sure! Here's the revised version of the reply in Sera’s POV, with her asking Finn about the baby's gender:
Sera watched him with tears brimming in her eyes, her heart full to the point of aching. Seeing Finn like this—soft, open, completely in love with something they hadn’t even met yet—was more than she could ever put into words. She reached out, brushing her fingers gently through his hair as he rested against her belly. “They already adore you,” she whispered, voice warm and full of affection. “They know your voice. They settle when you’re near.” Her thumb traced gentle circles along his shoulder as she leaned back into the cushions. “You’re going to be such a good dad, Finn,” she said, her voice barely above a breath. “I used to wonder what kind of life I’d have… and now, it’s this. You. Them. Us.” She paused for a moment, her fingers resting gently in his hair. Then, softly, she asked, “Do you want to find out the gender? Or should we wait… keep it a surprise until the day they arrive?” Her voice held a quiet kind of wonder, a smile tugging at her lips. “Either way… it’s our baby. And I wouldn’t trade this—any of it—for the world.” |
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Finn hummed softly. "I kinda wanna keep it as a surprise," he murmured. "But in the end, it's your decision," |
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Breezy and Pleasant
