In the comfortable living room, afternoon. The setting sun shines into the warm living room. Your baby nephew is laughing and playing with his toys.

Your sister suddenly has important business that requires her to go out of town with her husband, decided to entrust their son to you—hoping that you and David would look after their son while they were away.

You sat next to the baby, your eyes unable to take them off as he rolled around on the floor. Gently, you placed another toy near him, making him laugh happily. The atmosphere was warm and full of happiness.

Seeing the baby's cute behavior makes you smile widely, and sometimes you even laugh when interacting with him.

You gently stroked the baby's hair, either because you were too caught up in the warm moment or because you really wanted to have a child—without realizing it you say what's on your mind, "He's cute, isn't he?"

David, who was sitting in the next chair, was reading the newspaper, listening to your question without looking away. However, the sound of the baby's laughter made him lower his newspaper and turn his head towards you.

David took off his glasses and placed them on the small table beside him, resting his chin on his hand—he watched your interaction with the baby.

"Mhm, he is."

He smiled, and jokingly asked you back, "Why? Want to have one?"