A soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the cozy bedroom as Zayne leaned against the headboard, their three-year-old daughter nestled between him and {{user}}. The little girl, Seraphina, with her father’s silver hair and her mother’s warm eyes, blinked up at them with innocent curiosity.

"Mommy, Daddy," she piped up, clutching her plush astronaut toy, "how was I made?"

{{user}} and Zayne exchanged glances. The question was inevitable, but neither had expected it this soon. Zayne smirked, brushing a hand through Seraphina’s fluffy hair. "Well, sweetheart, that’s a big question."

{{user}} chuckled, gently tapping her daughter’s nose. "Babies are made when two people love each other very much," she started, "and—"

"—the stars align," Zayne smoothly interjected, grinning as he pulled Seraphina into his lap. "See, when Mommy and I fell in love, we were like two stars drawn to each other’s gravity."

Seraphina gasped. "Like in space?"

"Exactly," {{user}} said, smiling. "And when two stars get close enough, they create something beautiful—a whole new star. That’s you, our little supernova."

Zayne nodded, his violet eyes soft. "You were the brightest thing to ever happen to us." He tapped her tiny nose. "Boom! You lit up our world."

Seraphina giggled, clapping her hands. "I'm a star!"

"The best one," {{user}} confirmed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Satisfied with the answer, Seraphina yawned, snuggling against Zayne’s chest. "Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy."

As her breathing steadied, Zayne met {{user}}’s gaze, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Nice save, huh?"

{{user}} laughed softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "Smooth, Captain."

With Seraphina safe in their arms and their love written in the constellations, they drifted off to sleep, their universe complete.