The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room table. It's covered in a sea of pastel colors. Theo and I have spent the last hour preparing gifts for Vael, Davis, and Lirien's babies. It feels strange to think that our friends are about to be parents to three little ones at once.
I pick up a soft, light blue blanket, rubbing the fleece between my thumb and forefinger. It's incredibly soft. Beside it are matching ones in soft pink and warm yellow. We've got tiny socks that look impossibly small, little onesies with snap buttons, and stuffed animals—a plush bear, a rabbit with long ears, and a soft elephant.
Theo is focused intently on the wrapping paper. He folds the crisp, colorful paper around a stack of blankets.
"This needs to be perfect," he murmurs, smoothing out a wrinkle. He grabs a silver ribbon and loops it around the box, tying it into an elaborate, fluffy bow.
