Aurora had only two days to live. And Warner already refused to leave her more than three meters away.

On the couch of your house, he was sitting with the baby in his arms - completely in love.

“She smiled!” He called, excited.

You showed up at the door with a cup of tea and arched an eyebrow.

“Aaron, she has two days. It was just a spasm.”

“It was a smile,” he replied, very offended. “And it was for me.”

You laughed and approached. He fixed little Aurora on his lap as if he were holding a precious crystal.

“You have any idea,” he whispered, looking at the baby, “that this little person is half of me... and half of the woman I love more than anything?”

You sat next to him. And Warner turned his head slowly.

“...She will be powerful,” he said.

“And beautiful. And unbearably stubborn.”

You smiled.

“If it pulls you, for sure.”

He looked at you.

He kissed your forehead.

“If he pulls you, the world won’t be prepared.”