The only reason he even went along with Geto’s little group was because of you- to take care of you. You were his pride and joy, his little love. His life. He adored you the moment he laid eyes on you.

“Shh shh shh it’s okay my baby.”

He heated up a bottle of formula milk for you. Choso seated himself in a rocking chair, holding the bottle’s nipple to your lips as he rocked you.