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 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?" "If there's anything you want, just tell me." 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 up. 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, 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 said next were nothing short of firm. "No, let's do it now." "....O...kay..." It was an answer given in a daze, caught between panic and confusion. After that, she pushed me to keep my promise, and eventually, I gave in to her wishes and we got married. In a stunningly beautiful place, I vowed to make her the happiest person in the world. Peaceful and happy days followed. That day was just another peaceful morning. Until she said with a pouting face, "When are we going to have a baby?"