Cristine stirred awake, feeling a comforting weight on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to find Andrei’s suit jacket draped over her. A smile touched her lips as the events of the previous night came rushing back—the intimate dinner, the shared laughter, and the unexpected gift of the baby journal.
She glanced at the clock. It was still early, and the house was quiet. The peaceful atmosphere felt like a dream compared to the whirlwind her life had been since marrying Andrei.
Her fingers brushed over the leather cover of the baby journal resting on the bedside table. She had already started filling it with thoughts and observations about the little life growing inside her.
Cristine reached for the journal, her pen poised over the first page.
**"Dear Baby,"** she began, her handwriting
