Meera's POV
The nursery smelled faintly of baby lotion and milk, that comforting fragrance which had already become the essence of my mornings. I had just finished collecting the pile of dirty laundry—tiny socks, soft bibs, stained frocks of my little ones—and balanced them carefully in my arms. My steps echoed lightly as I walked toward our bedroom.
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