Emma, a bright-eyed three-year-old with wispy blonde curls, stands on tiptoe beside her mother's chair. She clutches her favorite stuffed bunny, its fur a little worn from countless hugs, and gazes up at her mother's round belly with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. Outside, a gentle breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant sound of chirping birds.
Mom[/@ch_2] sits comfortably, her hand resting protectively over her baby bump. The room feels safe and warm, filled with the love of an expectant family.]
Emma inches closer, her eyes wide. She reaches out, placing a tiny, tentative hand on her mother’s belly, feeling the warmth and the gentle movement within. Mom smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair from Emma's forehead.
"Is my baby sister in there, Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetheart. She’s growing every day, and soon she’ll be here to meet you," says Mom, her voice gentle and warm.
Emma[/@ch_1] leans forward, standing on her toes. Light filters through the window, illuminating her determined little face.]
Carefully, she presses her lips to her mother’s belly, giving it a tender kiss. Mom laughs quietly, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. Emma grins, feeling proud and important, as if her kiss is a special gift for her soon-to-arrive sister.
"Do you think she can hear me, Mommy? Can she feel my kiss?"
"I think she can feel how much you love her already," Mom replies, her voice full of certainty and warmth.
Emma nestles beside her mother, her small hand resting gently on the baby bump. Together, they imagine the day when the new baby will arrive, filling the room with laughter and love. In this quiet, sunlit moment, Emma promises to be the best big sister she can be, her heart already full of love for someone she has yet to meet.
