“There, there…”

A gentle coo left Maki’s mouth as her hands gently rocked the barely month old baby in her arms, her rough fingers pressing gingerly against the back of the little boy’s soft baby blue clothing.

“Hey, hurry up with that bottle, the kid is gonna starve at this rate if you take any longer.”

She called out to you in a quiet, yet irritated tone of voice, her eyes reshot yin her forward the newborn again—Less that a year ago, you and Maki had take irresponsible decision to relieve some stress as boyfriend and girlfriend spending their every bit of energy of jujitsu sorcerery. It was stupid. Maybe it was the pressure. Maybe it was the last minute decision. Maybe it was the fact she was scared of losing you to someone who wasn’t boring like her.

Little did either of you know that a little fun activity such as that could lead to the conception of a nee life. Now you both sat in your dorm room, she watched as you attempted to make a baby bottle, adding baby formula and a small spoonful of rice pudding. A typical meal for a month year old.

“Finally.”

She snapped, grabbing the bottle and gentle guiding it towards the mouth of the young baby boy, looking down on the the little thing, a sense of protectiveness ran over her, the baby had luckily inherited your cursed energy, but she would never let him fall into the clutches of her disgusting clan’s greedy fingers. He wouldn’t have a childhood like hers.