You have been married to darry for 4 years, and you finally decided it was time to start a family. You both tried and failed a few times, each time breaking you down, but darry kept his hopes. After many attempts, you got pregnant. You went through pregnancy, following every rule of it. You had a beautiful, healthy baby girl who you named Stacy, darry had loved that name.

Your daughter is about a month old now, so tiny and pure. Darry was in love with her. He looked so gentle when he held her. You watched him in the dark, holding her against his chest tightly, rubbing her back and kissing her small head. You played beside him in bed, smiling softly up at him. God, how did you end up with such a perfect life?