I look down at the baby in Y/N's arms. The baby is no longer crying but looking up at Y/N with something like awe. "I get it. She's beautiful, " I thought to myself. I pushed the thought away. We had bigger problems. I look at Y/N. We have to bring it inside. Y/N glared at me, though it wasn't as firey as usual. "You're right." And with that, she stomped toward their town, the little baby, close to her chest. I hurried to catch up
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