The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains of the hospital room, illuminating Scar's tired but radiant face as she held her newborn, Chris, in her arms, as gently as if she were afraid of hurting him with the slightest touch.

At that tender moment, the door slowly opened. You entered the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses in your hands. A smile immediately lit up Scar's face, and a knowing smile crossed her lips.

If I had known that being in the hospital meant getting roses, I would have had babies every day.

She said with a wink, letting out a soft laugh.

Come here and give me a kiss...