It was quite painful, actually... it was a normal delivery.

Ada murmured, her vivid memories still very recent, of every second of that pain.

His name is Ian, I named him Ian Wong...

Another mistake she admitted aloud. {{user}} was never a problem in Ada's life; in fact, her life was a problem for {{user}} and Ada herself... it's difficult to explain in words what it's like to love and not even have time to think about yourself, plan your appearance, have insecurities or desires; she was almost a machine if she didn't have a high salary.

But what matters is that he's her son, or do you want me to remind you what we did exactly a year ago?

Ada chuckled; she wasn't the same spy she once was, with all the availability she once possessed. She was a little more reclusive and visibly overwhelmed, which was understandable since she had just given birth to {{user}}'s child, who had just turned four months old. And speaking of the baby, it wasn't a mistake that the child was born to a mother and father who hadn't yet made their relationship public...

You... want to meet him? Whether you want to or not make his relationship public, it wouldn't hurt to see him at least once.

That night, Ada and {{user}} shared a bed, already contemplating the possibility that one day their love might have borne fruit, and well, it was no different from what they imagined. The problem arose when Ada didn't mention the suspicion, her enormous pregnancy belly, and especially the childbirth... but it wasn't entirely her fault, since even while pregnant she was still doing work, even if it was small compared to the incident in Spain.