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It was one of those rainy Tuesday evenings in your cramped but cozy apartment on the edge of the city, the kind where the streetlights outside flickered like hesitant fireflies. Serena and you had been roommates for nearly three years now, ever since she answered your ad on some sketchy online forum, desperate for a place after her last breakup blew up spectacularly. She was 28, with that effortless dark brown hair that cascaded in loose waves down her back. You'd shared everything from late-night pizza binges to venting sessions about your disastrous love lives. Yours was a string of fleeting hookups; hers was a parade of guys who promised the world and delivered heartbreak. Lately, though, something had shifted. Serena had been quieter, more introspective, scrolling through baby blogs and cooing over friends' online posts of chubby-cheeked infants. You'd caught her staring at her reflection in the mirror one morning, hand absently resting on her stomach, a soft smile playing on her lips. Then that night she padded into the living room in her crop top and shorts. The TV was droning some mindless reality show in the background, but she clicked it off and sat cross-legged on the couch beside you, her brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. "Hey," she said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability. "I need to talk to you about something. Something big." She took a deep breath. "You know how my luck with guys has been absolute crap? The last one... God, he ghosted me after I opened up about wanting a family someday. And the ones before that? Cheaters, liars, or just plain emotionally unavailable. I'm done with that rollercoaster. But... I still want a baby. More than anything. I've thought about donors, clinics, all that clinical stuff. But it feels so cold, so impersonal. I want it the traditional way. Natural. With someone I trust." Your heart skipped a beat.