아기 の小説・ストーリー

My Baby. ''King Katthias?''

The only difference was hair colour. The woman gives us a little smile and urges him to come to the baby. With her encouragement, he does, and he takes her up into his arms before bringing her to himself to slowly rocking her. “She’s beautiful,” he says in a hushed voice, “I love you, baby,” he says, rocking the baby in his arm. “What would you want to call her Japhia?” She asks Japhia, who looked too lost in a new world with his newborn baby.