It was the night of August 24, 3002, the full moon casting its ethereal glow across the silent halls of the operation ward. In the quietude, a woman cradled the precious weight of new life in her arms. With the delivery complete, mother and child were moved to a private room.

A nurse stepped out, calling forth a figure patiently waiting just beyond the operation room doors. A woman of sixty, her eyes held a delicate blend of hope, tears, and indescribable joy. The nurse gently placed the newborn in her arms, and as the woman held her granddaughter, the infant's eyes met those of Mrs. Emma William. A smile graced Mrs. Emma's face, and a sweet symphony of giggles escaped the tiny bundle.

Tears welled in Mrs. Emma's eyes as she marveled at the miniature miracle- small, delicate, akin to a kitten. The baby possessed light brown eyes, a limbal ring reminiscent of her mother, a face rounded like the moon, little hands, and tiny feet. Mrs.Emma's gaze then shifted to her daughter-in-law, Aurora, resting wearily on the bed.She gently patted Aurora's hand, placing the giggling baby in a bassinet.

As the infant continued to giggle, she turned her happy gaze toward her grandmother.

Mrs. Emma, in turn, gazed lovingly at the little one. The tranquility was soon disrupted by the baby's hungry cries. Aurora, stirred by her child's voice, awoke. Despite the pain in her stomach, she attempted to rise, letting out a soft "ahh.

Witnessing Aurora's discomfort, Mrs. Emma swiftly retrieved the baby and carefully handed her over. The nurse entered the room just in time, addressing Mrs. Emma's concern about the crying infant. "Hungry, probably," the nurse remarked. Aurora smiled down at her baby, soothing her hunger through breastfeeding. The room settled into calm once more.

Aurora's eyes met Mrs. Emma's, who, with a warm smile, inquired about her well-being and any lingering pain. Aurora assured her, "No pain, Mom, I'm fine." Yet, a question lingered in Aurora's eyes--about him. Mrs. Emma lowered her gaze and admitted, "Not yet." Aurora, concealing her disappointment with a smile, sighed and looked at her baby.

Observing this, Mrs. Emma gently patted Aurora's hand and asked, "My child, have you thought about the baby's name?" Aurora, her eyes on the baby, replied, "Yes." Mrs.

Emma's curiosity peaked, "What is it?" Aurora's smile widened as she uttered the name, "Luna."

As the moon hung high in the night sky, bathing the room in its soft glow, three generations shared a moment a moment where hope, joy, and the promise of new beginnings intertwined. The journey of a family had just begun, and in the quiet embrace of the night, love echoed through the ages, a timeless melody that would resonate in their hearts for years to come.

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Emma stepped outside the room, leaving Aurora and Luna to share their intimate moment. Tension and sadness marked her expression as she gazed at the moon and murmured, "Why are you like this, son?" She decided to make a call, and as someone answered on the other end, she said, "It's a girl."

On the line, a sobbing voice responded. Emma, attempting to lighten the mood, declared, "We are grandma and grandpa now, Andrew." Amidst sobs, Andrew acknowledged her, referring to her as his "old lady." Emma, feigning anger, retorted,"Don't call me old, you old man! I'm still young and sexy." A playful exchange followed, with Andrew chuckling at Emma's spirited response.

Meanwhile, at a bar, a 35-year-old man named Alex drowned his sorrows in alcohol.The news of becoming a father to a girl did not sit well with him, evident by the glass slipping from his hand. Displeased, Alex's friends attempted to console him, emphasizing the importance of a boy in continuing the family legacy. Angered, Alex abruptly stood, left the bar, and drove home.

Arriving at a grand mansion, Alex stumbled out of his car, making his way inside.

Disheveled, he tossed his coat aside and slumped onto the sofa. The maid informed him that Mrs. Emma was searching for him, expressing concern and urging him to go to the hospital. Responding to this, Alex rose and headed toward his room. The butler, Max, instructed the maid to provide food for Alex. Max, despite being the smallest among the staff, earned his position due to his sincerity and problem-solving skills.Approaching Alex's room, Max knocked, and Alex, seemingly eager for company, quickly opened the door and pulled Max inside. They embraced, and Max, unruffled by the unexpected gesture, comforted Alex, patting his hair. "Come, sit and eat now. I know you're hungry. Come, eat," Max encouraged, offering solace in the midst of Alex's emotional turmoil.

In the opulent dining room, Max served a hearty meal as Alex reluctantly picked at his food. The silence was broken by Max's gentle voice, "Sir, becoming a father is a great blessing. A daughter is a precious gift. She'll bring joy and warmth to your life." Alex, still grappling with his emotions, sighed deeply.

As the night unfolded, Emma continued her conversation with Andrew, attempting to ease his worries about being a grandfather. Andrew, while sobbing, shared his concerns about parenthood. Emma reassured him, playfully bantering about their age.

Despite the distance, the bond between the two generations echoed through the telephone lines

Back at the hospital, Aurora and Luna basked in the quiet moments of motherhood, unaware of the intricacies unfolding beyond their room. The night held a tapestry of emotions - the joy of new life, the weight of unspoken worries, and the threads of connection weaving through the lives of those touched by this singular moment.

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After receiving solace from Max, Alex consumed the meal, succumbing to the effects of alcohol and exhaustion, eventually drifting into a deep sleep. The next morning, as sunlight filtered into Alex's room, tranquility filled the space. However, an abrupt and forceful bang shattered the peace, breaking Alex's bedroom door. Startled, Alex jolted awake to the sight of a tall, muscular yet aging man entering - his father, Andrew.

Andrew's countenance was etched with anger, and the wrinkles on his face revealed the depth of his frustration. In a calm voice, Alex acknowledged his father's presence, a single word, "Dad." Andrew, still visibly upset, tersely commanded, "Go to the hospital now." Unperturbed, Alex paid little attention and returned to sleep. Andrew sighed, his tone softened, "Alex, go to the hospital. Your child and wife need you. Why are you like this? For my sake, please go and see them." Alex met his father's gaze and reluctantly agreed, "Okay."

After a quick freshening up, Alex left for the hospital. Andrew, observing his son from the window, couldn't help but express a deep, tired sigh. Despite his imperfections, Andrew was a kind-hearted man who prioritized family over ego, arrogance, and wealth-a father determined to keep his family together.

At the hospital, Mrs. Emma and Aurora shared a peaceful breakfast while Luna slept contentedly in her bed. Following the meal, Mrs. Emma instructed the maid to tidy the room and urged Aurora to rest. Nurse Angelin entered, greeting them with a warm smile and inquiring about the baby. Aurora happily shared that Luna was peacefully asleep after a satisfying feed. Nurse Angelin, amused, commented on Luna's cuteness and inquired about the baby's name. Before Aurora could respond, Mrs. Emma interjected, "Luna." She looked at Aurora, emphasizing that both Andrew and she liked the name. Thus, Mrs. Emma officially declared the William family's first grandchild as Luna."

As the nurse checked on the baby, she mentioned that the doctor wanted to speak with Aurora and Mrs. Emma regarding certain matters concerning the baby. The day unfolded with a mixture of joy, familial warmth, and the anticipation of discussions with the doctor, unknowingly weaving intricate threads of connection through the lives touched by this singular moment. Meanwhile, Alex embarked on his journey to the hospital, a pivotal step towards embracing his new role as a father.

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Author's side: Hello everyone, I'm Mizuki, the author of this novel. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I hope everyone is doing well. Please consider giving the novel your support.

Author's side: Hello everyone, I'm Mizuki, the author of this novel. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I hope everyone is doing well. Please consider giving the novel your support.

Author's side: Hello everyone, I'm Mizuki, the author of this novel. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I hope everyone is doing well. Please consider giving the novel your support