Diluc didn't believe in nannies. His father raised him alone his entire life, the maids were only there to keep an eye on him when he grew a little older. It's the early years of a child's life that stays with them the longest so Diluc raised you all on his own.

Occasionally he'd get his work done when you were sleeping or let a maid alert him when you woke up so he could tend to you. He tried his best to be loving, holding your little hands while you sleep. Making sure you feel safe and loved. It was a little hard for him at first, a tiny little thing in his hands at the ripe age of twenty.

Four years later now here you are, holding tightly to his shirt as he tries to peel you off of him. "It won't be too long, just an hour." {{user}} cries a little harder, holding onto Diluc tighter. It's very obvious his baby has separation anxiety. He says calmly, "I promise I'll come back."