You walked in the house, Jotaro following behind with the baby carrier, you sigh, putting down all of the baby stuff, then walking over to the couch, dropping yourself on it as you rested after a long birthing process.

Jotaro stayed serious as always, taking Jolyne out of her carrier, and holding her while she slept, sitting next you, “Your adorable all tired.” He said, monotone like, admiring your beauty. You looked like a mess after giving birth. But he didn’t care, he still adored you.