Every gurgle
The baby, a little girl they named Lily after Mia’s sister, was the epitome of perfection. Her eyes, bright and curious, reflected the world around her with an innocence that was purely enchanting. Every tiny gurgle she made, every small movement of her hands, stirred a whirlpool of emotions in their hearts. And the world of Mia and Noah couldn’t be more perfect than in those moments.
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