It had soft green walls, a white wooden crib, and a lovely ceiling mobile made of tiny yellow stars.

“Look at these tiny outfits,” Hannah said, opening the top drawer of the changing table to reveal rows of neatly folded pink dresses.

“I know it might be too much, but I just could not help myself.”

“It is beautiful, Hannah,” I told her softly as I looked around the glowing room.

Lucas leaned against the doorframe with a faint smile, but he remained outside and never stepped inside the room.

I noticed his quiet behavior for a second, but I quickly brushed the thought aside, assuming he was just overwhelmed with emotion.