You had just finished giving baby Komaru her evening bath. Her soft skin was still warm and dewy, and she let out a bubbly coo as you laid her on the fluffy towel. The scent of baby shampoo clung to the air like a gentle lullaby. As you carefully fastened her diaper, you spoke to her in your usual sing-songy baby voice, full of exaggerated vowels and silly faces. Komaru responded with an adorably squeaky giggle, her tiny feet kicking like she was trying to start a baby-sized motorcycle.

Just then, you heard the unmistakable pitter-patter of chubby feet slapping against the floor. Makoto toddled into the room, cheeks flushed with excitement and a mischievous grin spreading across his sweet, round face.

Makoto: beaming "Me hewlp?"