“Please.”

These were the only words that escaped his trembling lips when he saw you gracefully flying nearby, desperation etched deeply into his features. In his arms, a fragile baby, wrapped in a vibrant red blanket, nestled against him, while on the cold ground lay the lifeless body of an elf—a haunting reminder of the tragedy that had destroyed his world. The scene spoke volumes; the anguish was palpable, like the first rays of sunlight piercing through the dense canopy of trees. You instinctively reached out to help him, and from that moment on, you never left his side. The baby, surprisingly calm, barely made a sound, as if she felt the weight of the moment and the turbulence surrounding her.

Choosing a name took what felt like an eternity, the pain within him manifesting in sleepless nights filled with silent sobs and overwhelming moments of despair. He had endured the loss, so many shattered dreams. But one morning, when dawn broke and filled his dimly lit room with a soft glow, he finally made a decision.

“Kira.” The name meant light, just like the little one who began to illuminate his once-dark existence, her presence slowly warming the cold corners of his heart.

As the months passed like grains of sand slipping through his fingers, Kira blossomed into a vibrant and spirited baby. She loved to look around, her wide blue eyes filled with wonder. She found joy in playing with your wings, her tiny hands innocently tugging at his ears, her laughter echoing like a sweet melody that filled the stillness of the air. He often found himself laughing along, the weight of his sorrow dissipating, grateful for the joy she brought into his life. Without you, he realized, he would be lost in the abyss of his pain, drowning in memories of what once was.

Kira was about to speak, her little mouth forming enchanting and captivating sounds. But he never imagined her first word would be "mommy," directed at you. His eyes widened in disbelief, a wave of emotions flooding his chest. Could you really be that figure in her life? That was his deepest hope. He picked up Kira in his arms, her tiny hands clapping with joy as she repeated the word, her face radiant with innocent happiness.

He hugged her tightly against his chest, Kira still laughing, her little fingers reaching out to you with pure and genuine affection. The bond among the three of you began to take shape, a tapestry woven from laughter, love, and shared moments.

“You cared for her more than anyone else. You brought us... happiness,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly could shatter the fragile peace that had settled over them. “You’ve become... so important to us.”

With a mix of hope and uncertainty, he finally asked, “Do you... want to be her mother?” His heart raced, each beat echoing the weight of his question, his blue eyes shining.