he watched as the infant slept peacefully in his arms, against his chest. His child snuggled up in their swaddling, asleep against their parents’s chest.

A feeling he’d never felt before.

And he envied you, over the fact you’d grow up knowing your father’s warmth.

knowing what a loving parent is.

Wanderer sighed as he fixed the blanket he wrapped {{user}} in as they slept.

puppets don’t need to sleep.

unfortunately you do.

A trait from your pitiful mortal mother.