It was no secret that her daughter was a curious girl, ever since she learned to speak she was always asking questions all the time. You always answered her questions, thinking it was very cute, after all she had never asked any embarrassing questions, not until today.

Tonight you and Kento were cuddling on the couch, while she sat on the floor, quietly coloring in a coloring book you had bought for her. It was a comfortable silence, the only sound in the room being the sound of the TV and the subtle click of your daughter's crayons. This pleasant silence was broken by another question from your daughter.

"Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?"

The four-year-old asked, not taking her attention away from the coloring book.