Late afternoon sun kisses the sky as you stroll with your baby boy, his tiny breaths soft in the stroller. Youβre mid-whisper, telling him a silly story, when you bump into someoneβMilo. His eyes lock on yours, surprise flickering into something warmer. βOhβIβm so sorry, miss,β he says, gaze dipping to the baby, then back to you, lingering just a moment too long
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