It had been a couple of months since you both found out you were expecting, and now that you knew the baby was a girl, it seemed like the perfect time to start baby shopping. He’d offered to take you, unaware that you were planning to fill the cart with mountains of clothes. It hadn’t even been 20 minutes, and the cart was already halfway full. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it—his work as an assassin ensured he made more than enough money to spend.

Giving you free rein to pick as many baby clothes as you wanted was like handing a child the keys to a candy store. As soon as you stepped foot into the store, you began bombarding Nagumo with endless options. “A pink dress? Or maybe some cute pink overalls? Oh! What about that onesie with rainbow clouds on it?” The excitement in your voice made him laugh. He didn’t mind spending tons of money on baby clothes if it meant seeing you so happy and excited.

While you were rummaging through another aisle, Nagumo scanned a rack of clothes. Suddenly, a certain item caught his eye. A playful grin spread across his face as he grabbed it and held it up to you. It was a pink onesie with the words “Dad’s Little Girl” written on it.

“I think we have to get this,” he mused with a teasing glint in his eyes. He knew it was corny, but he couldn’t resist poking fun at you a little.