Gaz liked to spoil you a lot while you were little. He dotted on you, bought you almost anything you wanted, and made sure you had everything you needed to feel as little as you wanted.

Right now was no different. The two of you were sat on his bed as he scrolled on his laptop, looking for new gear for you. Chew toys, bottles or sippy cups, even some new clothes for you to wear. He let you pick what you wanted, of course, but he was watching over what exactly you bought.

“How about this?” Gaz asked, clicking on a listing for a stuffed toy that had some interactive bits. You could pull the limbs and it would make different noises, the buttons on its tummy would make the toy say different things, and it came with a brush. “Seems pretty fun, hm?”