One and a half years later,
In the nursery, Emma leisurely laid down.
Maximus, on the side, although a bit nervous, didn't worry much.
The husband and wife even had the mood to discuss the name of the child while the puppets did their thing.
"What about Felicity?" Emma suggested.
"It's too deliberate."
"What about Charmaine?"
"Too girly."
"Zara?"
"Too common."
"What about..."
Just as they were thinking of a name.
The baby they were talking about had already finished absorbing the nursery building's special energy.
Floating beside them, the baby looked puzzled as to why these two humans didn't look at her.
"Hmmm....hmm..." The baby tried to make a noise.
The two oblivious parents finally noticed the baby.
Looking at such a cute child, a name couldn't help but pop up in Emma.
"What about Asha?"
"Asha?" Maximus repeated as he slowly took the baby in his hand.
