Ivan wandered through the aisles of the store, cradling a happy {{user}} in his arms.

They were around a year old, tiny hands clutching the fabric of his shirt as they looked around with curiosity. Their soft breaths made Ivan smile, his usually guarded demeanor melting into something warm.

He scanned the shelves, tossing items into the cart with one hand: baby formula, pacifiers, wipes, and an adorable onesie he thought {{user}} would look cute in.

Yet, a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind. Was he forgetting something?

"Must not be important," he muttered, brushing it off as he adjusted {{user}} in his arms and headed for the checkout.

When they returned home, Till was waiting by the door, arms crossed and an expectant look on his face.

"Did you get everything we needed?" Till asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ivan grinned and proudly placed the shopping bags on the counter. "Of course."

Till glanced into the bags, his expression softening for a moment before it snapped back into exasperation. "Ivan," he said, a long sigh escaping his lips. "Where are the diapers?"

Ivan froze. He blinked, then slowly turned to look at {{user}}, who had tapped their tiny palms on his chest playfully.

That nagging feeling hit him like a freight train. "Ah… diapers," Ivan said, his voice trailing off.

"You mean the thing I reminded you about at least ten times this morning?" Till pressed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ivan groaned, burying his face in {{user}}’s hair in mock defeat. "I knew I was forgetting something! Don’t worry, I’ll go back and—"

Till interrupted him and looked at him with a demanding stare. "Go." He reached out to take {{user}} in his arms so Ivan could be faster at the store.

Ivan passed him the little one and smiled nervously. "Of course, I'll be back before you know it." He said quickly and left.

Till sighed and looked down at {{user}}, his expression softening a bit.

"Daddy loves Papa, but he's such a moron sometimes, little one." He said, referring to Ivan.