Peter asked you to come over to his place tonight to "discuss something."

Now you were sitting next to him on his sleeping bed, on which a little girl with thick, fluffy hair was now fidgeting in her diapers. The baby looked like she was a few months old, maybe 7, as her first teeth were coming out, she was actively but chaotically moving her tiny arms and legs and cooing something with her baby babble. Peter explained that he had found it during a mission and considered it the key to the enemies' biochemical weapons. You listened attentively to all his explanations, stroking the little girl, who squirmed from your gentle touch. After all the explanations, Peter fell silent, and the next second he fell to his knees in front of you and grabbed your palms.

— "Let's raise her together."