Elisa and Eduardo's routine was marked by sweet and serene tranquility. Between prenatal appointments, meetings with the foundation's doctors, and discussions with new investors, the days seemed to flow with hope. The babies' room was already taking shape, with delicate wallpaper, custom furniture, and details lovingly chosen by both of them.
Eduardo followed everything attentively. For the first time, he felt he was part of things from the beginning. He participated in decisions, chose colors, folded tiny onesies with his large, clumsy hands, but with an overflowing heart.
I never thought seeing a white dresser would make me so emotional... he said one night, sitting on the floor of the nursery while helping Elisa organize the drawers.
She, with a sweet smile, observed his blue eyes shining in a way she hadn't seen in a long time.
You're being an excellent father, even before they're born... she replied, touching his face tenderly.
