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

upstairs, Clara's heart shattered the moment she stepped into the nursery. Ian's house

was blinking his big eyes at her. His little hands were

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

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

eyes 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 her own.

beautiful little mouth curved slightly upon hearing this.

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

time he's been

not

and you have to hold him

seemed to

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milk had dried up long ago. There was