Meanwhile, Elena was having trouble choosing fabrics for her baby.
Bright colors and soft textures surrounded her, but none felt quite right.
She picked up several pieces, running her fingers over the material, but nothing matched her vision for her little one.
She sighed.
With nothing else to do for now, as everyone told her to rest, she focused on her pregnancy.
The baby had come during a chaotic time, full of uncertainty and challenges.
However, since the baby was already on its way, she promised herself to treasure it.
She wanted to create a warm and loving environment for the baby, regardless of the circumstances.
"Baby, what fabric do you want? Come talk to Mom again," Elena said gently, caressing her belly.
Elena held up the green fabric and felt a faint warmth radiating from her belly.
"You want green? Alright. How about orange?"
There was no warmth in response. "Not this one then."
"How about blue?"
A faint warmth was released again.
