He had been in this feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent that hung in the air.

Cecilia was standing on the terrace, her back turned to the Light, making it difficult for Mark to see her face clearly.

Mark quietly closed the bedroom door.

He approached a small pink wooden crib, where Olivia was peacefully asleep.

The baby was over a year old.

The spring sunlight filled the room, and the baby slumbered soundly.

The baby was tender, with brown curly hair.

Olivia resembled Alexis, though her features were bright and attractive, in contrast to Alexis' delicate beauty.

Mark adored Olivia.

Just then, Olivia woke up.

Her curious, bright eyes locked onto Mark.

He leaned down, scooped her up, and, instead of shying away, the little girl nuzzled closer to him. She softly babbled some words sounding like "Dad."

Mark felt his eyes well up with tears.

He cradled Olivia, supporting her bottom with his hand, and tenderly kissed her.

"How did you know I'm your dad?"

Of course, Olivia couldn't answer.

She giggled merrily and snuggled her soft face against his.

He held Olivia for a while, savoring the sweet milky scent emanating from her body. He adjusted her dress, and then walked out to the terrace with her in his arms.

Cecilia was still standing there.

She wore a flowery dress with a loose long cardigan, her long black hair cascading down her back.