No Strings Attached

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Clara drove to Elle's house.

The living room was filled with baby essentials-there were toys, baby bottles, and diapers everywhere. Every corner of the room was infused with the scent of a baby. Clara's nose tingled with emotion, her eyes teary.

If her baby were still here, he would also be a little over a month old by now, smiling at her. Thinking about this, Clara felt an unbearable pain in her heart.

Elle came downstairs and, seeing Clara like this, felt a wave of sadness herself. She walked over, took Clara's hand, and said, "Missing your baby, aren't you?"

Clara nodded faintly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Elle. "I always feel like he's still here like he's always by my side. I dream of him smiling at me every day. Elle, do you think I have postpartum depression?"

Elle stroked Clara's face tenderly, her heart in agony. "If you ever miss your child, just call me. My two kids are yours, too."

Clara wiped away her tears and said, "Okay, where are they? I want to see them."

is already asleep, and Roy is awake. Go

she stepped into the nursery. Ian's house also had a nursery like this, but now,

slowly walked to the crib, where Roy was blinking his big eyes at

time Clara had visited Elle's children properly. The last time, they

melted. Wasn't this

hers, a little mouth, and a pronounced nose. It was good that she and Elle looked alike; otherwise, she might think this child was her own. Clara leaned down

beautiful little mouth curved slightly upon hearing this. He

in surprise. "Elle, he's just over a month

was also excited, immediately saying, "This is the first time he's been this excited.

I might not hold him right and

hold him with his head up.

her arms. Roy seemed to sense something, nuzzling into

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for milk. But her milk had dried up long ago. There was no scent of milk on her, so why did Roy still recognize her