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."

already asleep, and Roy is

Elle upstairs, Clara's heart shattered the moment she stepped into the nursery. Ian's house also had a nursery like

eyes at her. His little hands were waving excitedly as if

Elle's children properly. The last

face, Clara's heart melted. Wasn't this exactly how she imagined her baby

just like hers, a little mouth, and a pronounced nose. It was good that she and Elle looked alike; otherwise, she might think this child was

little mouth curved slightly upon hearing this. He made

him in surprise. "Elle, he's just over a month old. How is

the first time he's been this excited.

I might not hold him

fine. He loves being held, and you have to hold him with his head up. He

arms. Roy seemed to sense something, nuzzling

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searching for milk. But her milk had dried up long ago. There was no scent of