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"Papa? Where do babies come from?" Hope asked, out of the blue. Jack nearly choked on his food. Rose was currently out of the house, getting some time to herself, while Jack was left babysitting Hope. He looked at her.
"What?" His voice was unusually high.
"Where do babies come from?" Hope repeated. Jack forced a laugh, but inside, he had no idea what to tell her.
"Well, Hope… it's complicated…" He said.
"What is so complicated about telling me where babies come from?" Hope asked, irritation pricking at her. Jack sighed.
"Hope, wait until your Mother gets home," Jack replied.
"Why can't you tell me?" Hope asked.
"Because, it is best if your mother told you," Jack said. Hope huffed and put her hands across her chest. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout, and Jack wanted to laugh at her expression. "Okay, fine…" Jack beckoned for Hope to sit next to him on the sofa, and the small girl fidgeted next to him.
"Tell me, Papa!" Hope begged. Jack threw his best smile at his daughter.
"Well… Ummm.. Babies come from-"
"I'm home!" Rose called. Hope glared at her mother. Jack sighed in relief.
"Momma!" Hope said, aggravated, "Papa was about to tell me where babies came from!" Rose shot a questioning look at Jack, who smiled sheepishly. Rose's hands were on her stomach, and she looked at Hope. She sat down next to her and looked at her daughter.
"Sweetie, why do you want to know?" Rose asked gently.
"Because, all of a sudden, you tell me I'm gonna-" Rose shot her daughter a look because of her English. "You tell me I'm going to be a big sister, and then your stomach gets to be the size of… of a pumpkin!" Jack chuckled slightly, and Rose smiled at her daughter. "So therefore, I want to know where and why babies are born and come from!" Hope said, taking in her outburst. She smiled to herself. "The end." Rose smiled at her daughter.
"Okay, well some people make choices in life… choices that are going to affect their future… and then when they love each other very much…" Rose trailed off when she really realized Hope was listening to every word. She paused. "C'est ce qu'on appelle faire l'amour. Quand les gens s'aimentbeaucoup, et ils font l'amour. Votre père et je fais beaucoup," Rose smiled thoughtfully at her daughter. Hope raised an eyebrow at her.
"I don't understand French," Hope complained.
"Well, your former last name was Delacour, so you are French," Rose chuckled.
"But did you answer my question?" Hope asked eagerly.
"Yes, I did," Rose smiled and ruffled her daughter's hair. Hope seemed satisfied, and she skipped away.
"Did you really answer her question?" Jack asked. Rose raised her eyebrows up and down mischievously. Jack laughed, and the two shared a delightful, sweet kiss.