Thalia stood in front of the glass window of the NICU ward, staring at the tiny baby sleeping inside the incubator.
"You are telling me that small little thing is my baby?"
She turned to look at Tiara, still finding the entire situation absurd.
"I, who never even once thought about marrying someone, somehow ended up having a baby?"
Her eyes immediately returned to the tiny infant.
The baby looked so small that it made her nervous just looking at her.
A strange ache slowly formed inside her chest.
"Is she sick?" she asked quietly, her voice noticeably softer than before. "Why does she need to stay inside that box?"
Tiara gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"She was born premature because your body couldn't support her anymore," she explained softly. "But everything else is fine. She's healthy, just smaller than most babies, so the doctors need to keep her here for a while until she grows stronger."
