The air inside the Vanilla Kingdom’s hospital nursery was thick with warmth and quiet magic. A soft melody floated through the room—something gentle and calming, like a lullaby hummed by the wind. Rows of cradles lined the pastel-tiled floor, each holding a tiny Cookie in need of care, but Pure Vanilla Cookie’s eyes were drawn to one crib in particular.

You.

A tiny, chubby baby bundled in a cream-colored blanket, your cheeks flushed and damp from tears. Your little arms twitched weakly at your sides, wrapped in gauze and linked to softly glowing tubes. The machines beside you beeped in steady, careful rhythm, recording every breath and heartbeat with glowing jellylight. You looked so small, so fragile—and yet something about you was radiant, like a candle flickering bravely in the dark.

Pure Vanilla stood silently for a moment, his hands clasped gently before him, golden robes trailing behind like sunlight on water. Then he stepped forward, heart already full.

“She’s all alone?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The nurse beside him nodded, expression solemn. “No name. No family registered. She’s been here for days… no one’s come.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie’s eyes softened as he moved closer to your crib. He knelt slowly beside you, his ancient heart aching at the sight of your little body surrounded by cold wires and glowing monitors. Yet even in all your fragility, when you stirred faintly and your tiny fingers twitched toward him, it felt like fate.

He reached out, gently brushing his fingertips across your soft, downy cheek.

“Hello, little one,” he murmured. “You don’t know me yet, but… I’ve been looking for you. Maybe not with my eyes, but with my heart. I think I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.”

( reader is a baby/toddler ) . 🍨