Disclaimer: I do not own POTO. And if I did, I would not be rotting in a suburban wasteland right now.

Sigh I hope my public likes my writing. This idea came to me during a science dissecting experiment. Let's hope it's not as grotesque, considering the circumstances. Ribbit.

Ch. 1: Prelude To Disaster

I felt tears sting my eyes when I first laid my sight on her. She had to be the most perfect baby I had ever seen, with her rosy pink skin and beautiful blue eyes, just like her mother. The child stopped wailing when Christine took her in her arms. In spite of myself, I let out a small sob. I had never thought this day would come. This was the day of my child's birth.

As Christine cradled the child, I saw a spasm of fear flick across her face, which replaced her doe-eyed gaze at her baby, our baby. " Christine, she is perfect, just like you." I murmured as I brushed a lock of her golden hair from her sweaty face. The baby girl was making muffled cooing noises in her embrace. Having only doted upon the both of them since the moment of the baby's conception, the woman just made a weak gesture of thanks. " Christine?" I asked, with worry clear in my tone. A tear suddenly fell from her azure eyes. I caught it.

" I can never see this baby again!" she wailed, flinging her pillow to the tiled floor. I tried my hardest to keep my composure. " That's not true, Christine. This child is yours and yours to keep." I gently took the baby from her, cradling my daughter in my arms. " He can never find out. His heart would be shattered forevermore. I just can't do that to him, after all he's done for me." I stroked her head with the back of my hand. " Dear, please don't think that I do not care. I care so very much." She seemed to be inconsolable. I looked at he child, then at Christine, then back again. I sighed deeply. There was something that I had to do.

" I-I will care for her, raise her, and do whatever I have to do, so he will never find out. When you return to me, you will be able to watch her grow up."

Christine looked utterly shocked. She was apparently stunned, for I had very little experience for caring for anything other than myself. She gazed at the baby, tears falling onto the child's jet-black fuzz. " I have no choice, by the looks of it." I patted her hand comfortingly. " You must stay here until you are well again." She attempted a feeble smile, and stoked my hand in return.

" What shall we name her? The child has to have a name." Christine looked mildly excited, as if one had just found a kitten and was going to christen it. " How about…Illana?" I shook my head. " Alright…How about Sophie?" Again I shook m head. I glanced at the baby. These names just didn't fit her, my child. " Christine, how about the name…Delight? Delli for abbreviation." She looked enchanted. " Fine, Delight it is, my dear." She kissed the sleeping baby girl.

With a more severe air, she jerked her gaze up to me. " You realize how hard taking care of a baby is? I'm not sure you do." I put up my hands in a mock fashion. " Christine, I promise you, if this child ever wails out of discomfort, you can personally run me through with a sword." Perhaps this was a bit of exaggeration, but she got my point. " I put my arm around her shoulder, playing with her tresses of blonde hair. " Look at her. Isn't she beautiful?" Christine sighed with happiness. " This is your child, Erik. Care for her well.

Wo. Suspense!