Ernest smiles as he watches your tiny form giggle as you run around the room aimlessly.

He sighs in relaxation on the couch, when your mother smiles. "Would you rather kiss the prettiest girl in the world for seven million dollars, or me for seven hundred?"

He proudly answers, "The prettiest girl for seven million."

Your mother smiles. "Because I'm the prettiest girl?"

He smirks. "No. You see that little girl? That child we created? She's the prettiest. You don't matter anymore."