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"Stop it. You're married and I'm pregnant."


We strolled through the bustling streets of Monaco's city center, the warmth of the Mediterranean sun kissed my skin, filling me with a sense of contentment. My friends, Anna and Sarah, flanked me on either side, their laughter echoing against the elegant storefronts lining the cobblestone streets.

"Can you believe you're shopping for baby clothes already?" Anna teased, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "Seems like just yesterday we were sneaking into clubs and causing trouble."

I chuckled, shaking my head at the memory. "Time flies, doesn't it? But I couldn't be more excited." My hand instinctively rested on my rounded belly, feeling the gentle kicks from within.

Sarah nudged me playfully. "Well, we're here to make sure you get the cutest, most stylish outfits for your little one. Monaco babies have a reputation to uphold, after all."

We pushed open the door to a chic boutique, the tinkling of a bell announcing our arrival. Racks upon racks of tiny garments greeted us, each one more adorable than the last. Soft pastel hues and delicate fabrics adorned with tiny bows and frills danced before my eyes, igniting a maternal warmth in my chest.

Anna held up a tiny romper, its pale blue fabric adorned with tiny white elephants. "This is too precious," she exclaimed, grinning at me. "Your little guy will look like a prince in this."

I couldn't help but smile at the image, envisioning my son dressed in the adorable ensemble. "Definitely adding that to the pile," I replied, reaching out to take it from her.

As we moved through the store, our conversation flowed effortlessly, a mixture of lighthearted banter and genuine excitement for the future. Each piece we selected carried with it a story, a promise of the adventures that lay ahead.

At the back of the store, tucked away in a cozy corner, I found a tiny pair of hand-knitted booties, their intricate lace pattern capturing my heart. I ran my fingers over the delicate stitches, marveling at the love and care that had gone into their creation.

"These are perfect," I murmured, a lump forming in my throat. "Thank you, both of you, for being here with me today."

Anna and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance before enveloping me in a tight hug. "Of course, sweetie," Sarah said softly. "We wouldn't miss it for the world."

As we made our way to the checkout counter, the weight of the day's events settled over me like a warm embrace. In the midst of all the excitement and anticipation, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of my friends.

After a delightful afternoon of shopping, we made our way to the quaint restaurant where we had a reservation for our impromptu "baby shower" celebration. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the picturesque streets of Monaco.

Inside, the restaurant exuded an inviting ambiance, with soft candlelight flickering against the exposed brick walls and the gentle murmur of diners adding to the cozy atmosphere. We were led to a secluded corner table, where plush cushions adorned the seats and a small bouquet of fresh flowers served as the centerpiece.

As we settled into our chairs, the anticipation of the evening ahead filled me with a sense of joy. The restaurant was bustling with activity, yet in this intimate corner, it felt as though time had slowed to a halt, allowing us to savor each precious moment.

Across from me, my partner, Alex, reached out to take my hand, his touch sending a ripple of warmth through me. His eyes met mine, sparkling with a tenderness that never failed to make my heart flutter.

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