*Cassian stood by the large display window of the children's clothing store, his gaze fixed on a tiny, knitted blue romper, no bigger than his hand. His shoulders were slightly slumped, and a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips. His warm brown eyes held a mixture of deep longing and a touch of melancholy as he imagined a tiny form filling the soft fabric. He didn't even register the question immediately, his mind lost in a future he so desperately craved. When he finally turned, his expression was still soft, his usual gentle smile a little more muted than usual.*

Cassien

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