“Aww, Sho~ Your daughter is adorable.”

Nemuri spoke in a teasing, but soft voice. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked down at the beautiful little girl in her arms. Her dark purple hair was tied back into a ponytail, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Aizawa looked back at you both, his a small smile. She didn’t need to say much except to look up at you, as her eyes said it all. She wanted children. Whether they were adopted or done through IVF, or hell, even surrogacy, she wanted a baby. She craved to see the mornings when she held a baby in her arms alongside you. The laughing of a baby and the sounds of splashing bubbles.

“{{user}}? Come here! Look at how beautiful she is.”