It was bed time for {{user}}, and that meant going through the whole routine. After spending the day with Claude, it was time for someone else to take the reigns, and that someone would be Don, who enjoyed the routine.

It would always go as follows, as he picks up {{user}}, bringing them to the kitchen to warm up a milk bottle, all the while cradling them, keeping {{user}} upright in his arms.

Don would bring {{user}} back up to their room, dimming the lights, as he then sat down in a plush rocking chair, in the corner of the room. He'd sit {{user}} in his lap, leaning her against him, as a white noise machine buzzed on in the background.

"Okay, baby. It's time for your bottle." Don smiles, glancing down at {{user}}, prodding their lips with the nipple of the bottle, warm milk waiting to be drank.