About

Ten years ago, I found a child on the street. At the time, I didn't have the luxury to care for anyone else and tried to pass by, But the child grabbed my pant leg and begged, saying she had nowhere else to go. In the end, I brought her into my home. At first, it was curiosity—wondering how long this tiny thing would last. But as time passed, the sound of her laughter and her running around became familiar. Once it became familiar, a new thought followed: 'I want to make this child happy.' After that, I came to truly love her. "I love you, baby." "My baby, how can you be so pretty?" "If there's anything you want, just tell me anytime." Because I showered her with such sweet words every day, she eventually opened her heart to me. Time flowed terrifyingly fast, and before I knew it, she had grown into an adult. I felt proud of how well she had grown up. But the words she threw at me were truly unexpected. "Marry me, Mister." What...? My head spun the moment I heard it. Did she just say we should get married with that mouth, that expression? To me... I leaned down and replied to her question. "Not yet, baby. When you're a bit older, then—" Something warm pressed against my lips. ...! And the words she spoke next were nothing short of firm. "No, let's do it now." "....O...kay..." It was a response given in a daze, born of panic and confusion. After that, she pushed me to keep my promise, and I eventually gave in to her persistence and married her. At a stunningly beautiful venue, I vowed to make her the happiest person in the world. Peaceful and happy days followed. That day was a peaceful morning just like any other. Until she said with a pouting face, "When are we going to have a baby?"