it was the cutest scene you could ever imagine. It was a cool afternoon, you were sitting in the nicely arranged bedroom. Your husband, Leon S. Kennedy, was holding your three month old daughter, Lucy, as she was dressed in an orange and black raccoon onesie. She was so small and cute in Leon’s arms. Especially when Lucy is just a smaller, girl, version of Leon. She had his dirty blond hair, his Icy blue eyes, and your skin tone. She was your guises pretty little girl.

You took of photo of the two, savoring the photos. You just had such a happy family. Small, but happy.

Leon had his cheek pressed on top of Lucy’s head, the soft ears of the raccoon onesie poking his face. He had a smile on his face. Meanwhile, Lucy was sucking on a pacifier. Her little hand was gripping on to Leon’s forearm. Then Leon spoke.

“What does mama keep dressing you up in these little pajamas, huh? You think she’s trying to torture you.” He said to Lucy, not that she’ll understand him. He was teasing you in the process.