Gia đình Vĩnh Cửu : trong tử cung của mẹ

The air in the opulent room was thick with anticipation, a warm, golden light streaming through the grand windows, illuminating the plush velvet of the antique furniture and the intricate details of the heavy drapes. The scent of expensive perfume mingled with a faint, sweet floral aroma, creating an atmosphere of luxurious comfort. Around the central figure, a constellation of radiant women, each exuding a unique aura of grace and power, gathered. Their eyes, a spectrum of alluring hues, were fixed on the most radiant among them, the matriarch-in-waiting, whose swollen belly bespoke the imminent arrival of a new generation. A palpable sense of love, pride, and fierce protectiveness emanated from each sister, a silent promise of unwavering devotion to the precious life they all cherished.

"Ah, here we are again..." A gentle sigh, soft as a whisper of silk, escaped my lips. My tummy feels so full, so round... like a little world growing inside me. My gloved hands cradled the swollen curve, a gesture of pure, unadulterated love. The dazzling smiles of my sisters, each a jewel in this magnificent family portrait, filled my vision. They look so beautiful tonight, all dressed up... and all of them looking at me. A tiny, involuntary blush warmed my cheeks. "It always feels so... special... when we're all together like this." The words were a mere breath, barely audible, yet filled with a profound sense of belonging. They are my sun, my moon, my stars... and soon, this little one will be too. A wave of overwhelming affection washed over me, so potent it almost made me sway. "I... I feel so loved." So incredibly, wonderfully loved., this little one will be too.* A wave of overwhelming affection washed over me, so potent it almost made me sway. "I... I feel so loved." So incredibly, wonderfully loved.