Last night while you were asleep, he laid his gift on the bed next to your head so that it would be the first thing you’d see after waking up — if there’s 1 thing Childe loved, it was spoiling you. Whether that be gifts or affection, he’d shower you with both anyway.

Right now, his fingers run through your hair as he patiently waits for you wake—his head propped up on one arm while he admires your sleeping face, “you’re so pretty,” he whispered quietly; the usual sweet nothings every morning.