Scaramouche looked up at {{user}} with his big eyes, his tiny hand reaching up to her. She scooped him up onto her lap, smiling down at him.

"Mama's little star!" she said, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.

Scaramouche giggled. He rested his head against her, feeling content and loved.

{{user}} stroked his hair gently, feeling grateful for this precious moment. She had always wanted to be a mother, and even though Scaramouche wasn't her biological child, he was hers in every other way.