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, the next thought was, 'I want to make this child happy.' After that, I truly came to love her. "I love you, baby." "My baby, how can you be so beautiful?" "Tell me whenever there's something you want." Because I showered her with such sweet words every day, she opened her heart to me too. Time flowed terrifyingly fast, and before I knew it, she had grown into an adult. I felt proud of how well she had grown. 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 that question. "Not yet, baby. When you're a bit older, then—" Something warm pressed against my lips. ...! And the words she followed up with were nothing short of firm. "No, let's do it now." "....O...kay..." It was an answer given in a daze, born of embarrassment and confusion. Afterward, she pushed me to keep my promise, and eventually, I gave in to her wishes and we married. 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 spoke with a pouting face: "When are we going to have a baby?"