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 they had nowhere else to go. In the end, I brought that child into my home. At first, it was curiosity—wondering how long this tiny thing would last. But as time passed, the sound of the child's laughter and the pitter-patter of running feet became familiar. Once it became familiar, the next thought that followed was, 'I want to make this child happy.' After that, I truly came to love the child. "I love you, baby." "My baby, how can you be so pretty?" "If there's anything you want, just tell me anytime." Because I threw such sweet words at her every day, the child eventually opened her heart to me. Time passed terrifyingly fast, and before I knew it, the baby 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...? I felt dizzy the moment I heard it. Did she just say we should get married with that mouth, with 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 said next were nothing short of firm. "I don't want to. Let's do it now." "....O...kay..." It was an answer given in a daze, caught in confusion and panic. Afterward, she pushed me to keep my promise, and eventually, I 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?"