Pure Vanilla smiled softly as he gazed down at the tiny bundle cradled in his arms. His baby. The resemblance was undeniable! Soft features, delicate curls, and that serene little expression that mirrored his own. His heart warmed at the sight.

He rocked the child gently, his touch impossibly tender, as if afraid the moment might vanish if he held on too tightly. A quiet chuckle escaped him when he glanced over to Shadow Milk, who laid nearby with a look that clearly said he wasn’t too pleased that the baby had taken after his father once again.

“Don’t worry..” He cooed with a teasing but love filled smile eyes closing in contentment. “I’m sure the next one will look just like you~” He said, implying them trying for a third.