𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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As you tenderly cradled your newborn in your arms, her gentle whimpers slowly subsided, replaced by soft coos and contented sighs. Your thumb traced gentle circles on her delicate cheeks, and a warm, loving smile spread across your face.

The evening sun cast a golden, serene glow over the lush green field, where Norman and your five-year-old son laughed and played, their joyful shouts and giggles reaching your ears.

As you watched, your heart swelled with so much love. This was your treasured time - when Norman returned from work, and the four of you would snuggle up on a blanket, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, watching the sunset paint the sky with hues of pink and orange.

Norman's eyes met yours, and he smiled, his face creasing with lines of love and contentment.

"Time to head back to your mother." Norman said, smiling, as he and your son began their ascent up the hill, hand in hand.

As the two of them settled onto the blanket, Norman wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, his warmth enveloping you. Your newborn snuggled into the crook of your arm, her tiny hands wrapping around your finger.

Norman's gentle voice whispered in your ear, "Has she been giving you a hard time?" as he leaned in to kiss your temple, his lips warm and tender.

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "She's been a handful, but luckily, Rebecca stopped by today."

As Norman carefully took your baby girl from your arms, cradling her in his own, you couldn't help but think back to the journey that had brought you to this moment.

Five years had passed since your arrival in the Human World, yet the memories of those early days still lingered vividly. The search for Emma, the question of her disappearance.

As the search for Emma continued, Norman and Ray seized an opportunity to begin something on their own, founding a company. Norman became the CEO of a company that ranges from medicine manufacturing and social welfare to engendering works and building construction.

The company flourished, providing a comfortable life for you and your growing family.

Nine months after Emma's disappearance, you welcomed your son into the world, and though it was challenging, you were fortunate to have a supportive people to rely on.

You had found Emma two years into the search for her, and though she may not have remembered you, you had still welcomed her back with open arms.

Time passed and now, at the age of 21, you had the joy of welcoming a new addition to your family - a precious baby girl.

As you watched Norman gaze lovingly at your child, you knew that this – this moment of peace, of love, of family – was what made every struggle worthwhile.

"Let's head back inside, it's getting dark." Norman nodded, his eyes never leaving the baby's face, and carefully stood up, his movements slow and gentle to avoid disturbing her peaceful sleep. He adjusted his grip on the baby, cradling her close to his chest.

Your son helped you gather the blanket, his small hands grasping the soft fabric as he tried to fold it neatly. "Thank you." you said, smiling down at him, your voice warm with appreciation.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and he looked up at you with a soft smile, a perfect replica of Norman's.

As you entered the house, the sounds of crickets and rustling leaves gave way.