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Nena’s eyes widened, a hopeful smile spreading across her face. “Brother? Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Panos?”
Panos met her gaze, his own eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and a touch of nervousness. “It’s been on my mind for a while now,” he admitted, squeezing her hand. “Petros is getting bigger, and… well, our home feels like it could use a little more noise, a little more love.”
The idea, once a distant dream, now felt wonderfully tangible. The following weeks were filled with hushed conversations and secret smiles. Nena found herself instinctively noticing baby clothes in shop windows and imagining tiny shoes beside Petros’s ever-growing collection of sneakers. The familiar rollercoaster of hope and apprehension from their first journey returned, but this time, it was tempered with the wisdom and calm that came from having successfully navigated parenthood once before.
When the news was finally confirmed, a wave of profound joy washed over them. They waited until Nena was through her first trimester to tell Petros. One sunny Saturday morning, they sat him down between them on the sofa.
“Petros,” Nena began, “you know how much we love you, right?”
Petros, engrossed in a superhero comic, nodded vaguely.
Panos took over. “Well, soon, our family is going to get a little bit bigger. You’re going to be a big brother!”
Petros’s eyes, usually so focused on his comic, snapped up to meet theirs. “A brother?” he repeated, his voice a mix of confusion and wonder. “Like, a real brother? Who plays with my cars?”
Nena laughed, pulling him into a hug. “Exactly! Or a sister, we don’t know yet. But someone new to play with, and someone for you to teach everything you know.”
Over the next few months, Petros enthusiastically embraced the idea of becoming a big brother. He’d proudly point to Nena’s growing belly and declare to anyone who would listen, “There’s a baby in there!” He even started practicing his lullabies, often singing off-key renditions of children’s songs to Nena’s tummy, much to her amusement.
Panos, ever practical, began preparing the nursery again, transforming what had become a guest room back into a haven for a newborn. Nena, meanwhile, rediscovered the joy of nesting, poring over baby books and knitting tiny blankets. Their lives, already full, expanded to make room for this new, anticipated presence.
The day their second child arrived was a whirlwind of anticipation and pure elation. This time, there was a sense of calm and familiarity in the hospital room, a shared understanding between Nena and Panos of the miracle unfolding before them.
And then, there she was: a tiny, perfect baby girl with a shock of dark hair and the deepest brown eyes. They named her Sofia, meaning "wisdom" in Greek.
When Petros was brought in to meet his new sister, he approached the bassinet with a solemn awe. He gently touched Sofia’s tiny hand, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a surprising tenderness. “Hi, Sofia,” he whispered, a wide, proud grin spreading across his face. “I’m your big brother.”
Watching that moment, Nena and Panos knew that their family, now complete, had entered its most beautiful chapter yet. Their hearts, already overflowing with love for Petros, now held an even greater, boundless capacity for their little Sofia.