Noah's apartment had transformed almost overnight from a stark, solitary bachelor's space into something warm and lived-in. Boxes had been unpacked, framed photos placed carefully on shelves, and the faint, comforting scent of Aunt Felicia's cooking drifted in from the kitchen.In the living room, Miranda reclined comfortably on the plush couch, her feet propped up in Noah's lap. He sat at the far end, diligently massaging her swollen ankles with a focus that suggested it was the most important task in the world. Beside them, Melissa perched on the ottoman, a tablet balanced on her knees as she scrolled through an endless catalog of baby items."Okay, what about this one?" Melissa asked, turning the screen toward Miranda. "It converts from a crib into a toddler bed later. Practical.""Ooh, I like that," Miranda said, then wiggled her toes in Noah's hands. "A little higher, please.""Yes, ma'am," Noah replied dutifully, adjusting his hands."And look at these tiny socks," Melissa lau
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