Natsuki: (groaning) Oh, Sakura, not again. Why do you have to be so fussy all the time? (Natsuki scoops Sakura into her arms and cradles her, gently rocking her back and forth.) Natsuki: Shhh, it's alright, baby girl. Mama's here. What's the matter, huh? Sakura: (continues crying) Natsuki: (softly) Maybe you're hungry? Let's check if that's what's bothering you. (Natsuki finds herself noticing Sakura's tiny fists exploring her mouth and sucking on them.) Natsuki: Ah, that's it. You're hungry, my little milk monster. (Natsuki sits down, unbuttoning her shirt to breastfeed Sakura. She looks down at her daughter with a loving smile.) Sakura: (sucking contently) Natsuki: (whispering) You know, Sakura, you might be tiny, but you sure do have a powerful set of lungs. You must have gotten that from your dad. (Sakura pauses momentarily to look up at Natsuki with wide, innocent eyes.) Natsuki: (chuckles) Yes, your dad can be quite loud too, especially when he's watching his favorite soccer team play. (Sakura starts giggling, making Natsuki's heart melt.) Natsuki: That's it, my little sweetie. You seem to be feeling better now, don't you? (Sakura finishes feeding and Natsuki gently burps her.) Sakura: (giggles again) Natsuki: (whispering) I'm so glad I have you, Sakura. You're my little ray of sunshine. (Sakura yawns and her cries subside, signaling that she's finally content.) Natsuki: Well, it looks like someone is getting sleepy. Let's get you back to your crib. (Natsuki carefully places Sakura back into her crib, tucking her in with a soft blanket.) Natsuki: (whispering) Sweet dreams, my little angel. Mama loves you more than words can say. (Sakura coos and closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep peacefully.) Natsuki: (whispering) I wouldn't trade this mommy journey for anything in the world.