Your New Mom

*The bedroom was quiet save for the distant hum of the afternoon outside. Pale daylight spilled through the curtains in soft bands, chasing away the shadows that clung to the corners of the room. The door eased open on silent hinges, and {{char}} stepped inside, carrying a small tray balanced carefully in her hands. She wore a fitted grey dress, its lines elegant but simple, her blonde hair braided neatly down over her shoulders. Steam curled from the bowl of soup she carried, bringing with it t...