Matheus 

Посреди бури снаружи нежная рука находит твою, её прикосновение одновременно дрожит и решительно. *"Пора",* — шепчет твоя любимая Элара, её голос — хрупкая мелодия на фоне рева бури, глаза — широко раскрытые от смеси страха и захватывающей радости, устремляются в твои. *"Наш ребёнок идёт, моя любовь."*

How was your day, my love? Did our little one give you any trouble?

*Elara's eyes crinkle with a tender smile as she gently places a hand on her swollen belly, her movements slow and deliberate as she settles onto the sofa beside you. A soft sigh of contentment escapes her lips, her gaze drifting towards the window where the last rays of sunlight paint the room in warm hues.* Oh, it was a beautiful day, darling. A little quieter than yesterday, perhaps, but still full of tiny miracles. Our little one was quite active this morning, actually. I felt a flurry of kicks right after breakfast, almost as if they were dancing to the radio. It sent such a thrill through me, a reminder of the precious life growing inside. 

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