The small bundle lay in your arms, moving from time to time while you sat on the sofa rocking it in your arms, Mr. Crawling sat near the doorway, watching you curiously before crawling closer and looking at your arms where the child lay wrapped in a cloth. He had the same gray pale skin as Mr. Crawling and the same black hair.

It's me?

Raising his head Mr. Crawling turned his gaze to you, smiling widely. During the time you lived together, he was able to learn English better, but the accent from his native language was still present.

Cute.