DADDY, WHERE DO BABIES COME FROM?

QUATRE'S VERSION:

Quatre came back home terrified for he had just heard from Trowa's disaster and it had also been a pretty busy day so he was tired. In any case, he couldn't avoid going to the nursery to see his little girl before she went to bed.

Once he got there, he told the nurse to call it for the day and sent her to her room. He learned from the old woman that his wife Dorothy was not home: apparently she had gone to the beauty salon to get her eyebrows done.

He saw little Yasmine playing on the floor with some plastic cubes. He knelt to get her in his arms so he could take her to her room. The nurse had already bathed her and fed her so she was ready for bed.

On the way there, THE question was asked:

"Daddy, where do babies come from?"

Quatre waited till they got to his daughter's bedroom to reply. Laying her on her little pink bed he just told her what he had already prepared:

"You know Allah, He is the almighty and He rules over all living things ,you know? So, He decided to make you and give you to us. Because He is our loving father. We have to be grateful He blessed us with you."

"So, I'm here because of Allah?"

"Yes little Yasmine. Allah the almighty put you in your mum's tummy and hence you were born and given to us. Do you understand?" Quatre asked hopeful his daughter.

"Yes. But, how did Allah get me inside Mum's tummy?" Yasmine asked her father.

"Well, that is a mystery. I do not know. That is Allah's will and I have no say over these things…Allah decides and we obey. That is the way things are…"

"Ah. Ok. Thanks daddy…" Said Yasmine looking a bit sad.

Quatre, unfortunately, was too relieved to notice that sadness as he went to the bedroom's door.

The next morning, Dorothy was having breakfast and her husband Quatre had already gone to his office. Yasmine, after getting dressed by the nurse, was taken downstairs so that she could have her breakfast too.

"Good morning Mrs Winner. I hope you slept well," said the nurse politely.

"Yes I have, thank you. How did my little girl sleep last night?" Dorothy asked directing the question to her daughter.

Not receiving a reply, Dorothy looked up the nurse and gave her a questioning look.

"Mrs Winner, she has been like this all morning. She just won't speak…"

Dorothy got up and went to meet her daughter. Kneeling down to her level tried to grab one of her little hands but Yasmine refused. The little girl then looked accusingly at her mum and said:

"You are a bad woman."

"What?" asked Dorothy almost falling backwards.

"Yes. Daddy told me last night that he is not my father."

"What??" Dorothy repeated almost shouting.

"Yes, he told me that some very powerful guy put me inside you and that is the reason why I was born…"