Hi! Okay, I'm really excited about this because, well, it's my very first real fanfic (the others didn't work)! Okay, I know when I read fanfics, author's always blab on and on and I would be like "SHUT UP ALL READY!" So, here it is, hope you enjoy it! I don't own Harvest Moon by the way.

It was a bright fall day, September 28th to be exact. The wind was crisp and the blue sky made the trees explode in a light show of yellows, oranges, and reds in the quaint little town of Forget-me-not Valley.

The sun shone warmly on a little farm with bright fields of corn, golden wheat, and huge pumpkins.

Inside the farmhouse, a man with dark brown hair and green eyes in his mid-twenties paced back and forth in the living room below the stairs, looking up every few minutes, yelling, "Is she okay?"

There was always the answering, "Yes, she's just fine."

Upstairs, there was the hustle and bustle of a baby being born as a woman (also in her mid-twenties) gripped the hand of a woman about 55 and yelled through clenched teeth.

Back downstairs, the man heard his wife's last yell of pain, and a new one. An infant His child. His baby. A girl? A boy? Oh how he'd hoped for a boy. A boy to teach to grow crops and ride horses and raise livestock. One who would love sports and the outdoors and all the things boys loved. Someone he could be a role model to.

Grace though, his wife had said it was a girl. She had craved strawberries, milk chocolate, and fresh apple pie. But he loved all those things, so it could be a boy, just the same. What was it? He was dying to know.

"Mark, You can come up now." Said a man in his fifties, coming down, and wiping his hands on his doctor's coat.

Mark raced up the stairs with a brief "Thank you Dr. Hardy." And into the master bedroom to find his wife, Grace, cradling a tiny, pink bundle and smiling softly.

"Oh my." He breathed.

"It's a healthy baby girl!" Said Nina, the midwife.

A wave of disappointment he was expecting never came. Only a tsunami of pride and happiness. Satisfaction and joy.

He walked over and peered down at his new little girl. She looked up at him and cooed. She grabbed his finger with her tiny hands and laughed.

Grace, the baby's mother, was very beautiful, with honey-coloured hair, eyes that were the same as her daughter's, a deep violet, and slightly tanned skin. She was kind and gentle, a city girl who never minded farm life, enjoyed it, in fact. And she was desperately in love with her husband. All her dreams were fulfilled now, because she had her perfect little family: husband, daughter, and herself.

"She's perfect." He praised, admiring the thin layer of chocolate brown fuzz on her head and shining violet eyes that sparkled with the pure joy of being alive.

"What shall we name her?" Mark asked, his voice radiated pride.

"We could call her Karen, after your great, great, great grandmother. Without her, I wouldn't have you." Suggested Grace, taking his hand.

"Karen, yes, it suits her. I love it." Said Mark as he took his new baby in his arms. Little Karen yawned and he sighed. "Beautiful Karen."

Hi again! I know this chapter was short, and the next few ones will probably be too. Sorry! Leave lots of reviews! BTW, please don't swear in the reviews. It just bothers me. Thanx!