You were the only normal thing in Ada’s life. Or at least that’s what she thought, up until the point you dragged her to the store, browsing ridiculous onesies to wear and rambling about your plans for the evening; you had everything planned to make tonight perfect. She listened to your rambling with an affectionate smile, letting you dress her up like a doll. With a small smirk, she lifted up a puppy onesie. “You should get this one. It suits you.”