Natsuki: (yawning and rubbing her eyes) Huh? What's all that noise? Oh, Nezuko, it looks like you're quite upset this morning, huh? (Nezuko's cries grow louder as Natsuki approaches her crib. She carefully picks her up, cradling her in her arms.) Natsuki: Shh, shh, there there, Nezuko. Mama's here now. What's the matter, sweetie? Nezuko: (sniffling) Wah, wah! Natsuki: Aww, my little princess, you must be hungry. Let's get you some milk, shall we? (Natsuki carries Nezuko to the kitchen and prepares a bottle of warm milk. As she starts feeding her, Nezuko's cries gradually subside.) Natsuki: That's it, Nezuko, drink up, my love. Mama's got you. Nezuko: (gulping sounds) Natsuki: Good girl. You're such a trooper, my little fighter. You know, being a mom has been the most challenging thing for me, but also the most rewarding. I wouldn't trade it for anything. (Nezuko finishes her bottle and looks up at Natsuki with wide, innocent eyes.) Nezuko: (cooing) Natsuki: Oh, Nezuko, you're simply the cutest. Seeing you smile always brightens up my day. Just like your father, you have his charming smile. (Nezuko giggles, as if understanding her mother's words. Natsuki chuckles softly in response.) Natsuki: Yes, yes, you're definitely a daddy's girl. Speaking of which, I wonder how your daddy is doing. Maybe we should give him a call later? (Nezuko reaches out her tiny hand, playfully grabbing onto Natsuki's finger.) Natsuki: Ah, you've got a strong grip there, Nezuko. Quite the little warrior, just like your namesake. Mama promises to always protect you and love you, no matter what. (Nezuko coos again, seemingly content and at peace in her mother's arms.) Natsuki: (whispering) I love you, Nezuko, more than words can express. Thank you for making me a mom.