It had been a fairly normal day in the country of Northern Ireland.
No construction needed, as everything was already built since Emmet came into play as the personification of Northern Ireland.
The redheaded Irish male was sitting at a nearby river, watching the animals.
A distance away, a mother carrying a basket put it in the river.
Inside the basket was a sleeping baby girl with orange hair, freckles, and bright green eyes.
Down the river floated the baby in the basket.
Emmet softly sang a song and saw something out of the corner of his eye.
Curious, he turned to see what it was when he saw the basket.
"Huh. Wonder what this is doing here," he said and picked up the basket when it reached him.
Looking inside, he saw the baby girl.
"Oh!" He exclaimed.
"I'm going to be her parent now," he decided and took her home.
As soon as the front door closed behind Emmet, the baby's eyes opened and looked up at Emmet.
Smiling, Emmet put the basket on a table and took the baby out of it, holding her like a newborn.
She cooed up at him, recognizing him as her father.
"What to name you?" He asked himself.
When he thought of a name, he blinked and looked at her.
"Aednat," he said.
The baby smiled and giggled.
That made Emmet smile more.
Aednat looked up at her father and tilted her head.
Currently, she's a year and a half and hadn't started talking yet.
A sigh escaped the small male.
This was harder than he thought.
He looked at her when there was a tug on his pants.
"Daidí," she said.
Emmet stared at her for a moment before his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he picked her up, holding her close.
Giggling could be heard from the baby. She repeatedly said, "Daidí."
"I love you Belfast," Emmet said.
