The evening was peaceful—too peaceful.

You were lying on the couch, cuddled up to Damiano, watching a series, when suddenly your peace was disturbed by the quiet sound of little feet coming towards you.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

You looked up to see your toddler standing in the doorway, rubbing sleepy eyes, their favorite stuffed animal clutched tightly in one hand. Damiano tilted his head, already amused by whatever was about to come.

"What is it, sweetheart?" you asked gently.

Your child hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. Then, with all the innocent curiosity in the world, they asked—

"Where do babies come from?"

A beat of silence.

You felt Damiano stiffen beside you, your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Your toddler blinked up at you both, clearly expecting an answer.

Damiano cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "Uhh… well—"

"Yeah, um—" you added quickly, exchanging a panicked glance with him.

This was it. The moment every parent dreaded.