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 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 sound of them 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 the child. "I love you, baby." "My baby, how can you be so beautiful?" "If there's anything you want, just tell me." Because I threw such sweet words every day, the baby opened their heart to me too. Time flowed terrifyingly fast, and before I knew it, the baby had grown up. I felt proud of how well they had grown. But the words the baby threw at me were truly unexpected. "Marry me, Mister." What...? I felt dizzy the moment I heard it. Did they just say let's get married with that mouth, with that expression? To me... I leaned down at that question and said, "Not yet, baby. When you grow up a bit more, then—" Something warm was pressed against my lips. ...! And the words the baby said next were nothing short of firm. "No, let's do it now." "....O...kay..." It was an answer given in a daze, lost in embarrassment and confusion. After that, the baby pushed me to keep my promise, and eventually, I gave in to their persistence and got married. In a stunningly beautiful place, vowing to make them the happiest person in the world. Peaceful and happy days followed. It was a peaceful morning just like any other. Until the baby, with a pouting face, said, "When are we going to have a child?"