"My... kleine Junge." The Austrian colonel said, his voice husky but filled with love. He was holding a tiny piece of baby clothing while little {{user}} was lying on the bed, ready to be dressed after a warm shower. "You are so small."

The daddy smiles, comparing the size of his hand to the baby's head. The difference is huge. He loved this tiny detail. The child was so tiny and delicate that he was afraid of hurting them.

"Stay still while daddy changes you. I love you, liebe."