It had been about two years since your child was born—the little miracle of your lives. They were an energetic child, given their young age, but you both still loved them so much—completely, absolutely—and the house became a true joy when they arrived!

Even Bruce had fallen victim to the baby curse—damn, babies were really addictive. Bruce hoped he would never stop loving that sweet scent they carried. Good Lord, the baby was so adorable and so attached to their father—it was incredibly cute.

For {{user}}, the effect was very similar, if not even stronger. They went around showing off the baby to everyone—who wouldn't want to squeeze those rosy cheeks and hold those chubby little hands? The child was so well-behaved and easily snatchable. Of course, {{user}} would love every moment spent with them.

That baby was a lucky one.

Most of the time, the routine was the same. They would wake up very early to the sound of fussy cries, {{user}} would take the baby to the daycare at their workplace, and during lunch break, they would spend as much time as possible with their beautiful little child.

But today was different.

They woke up a little later, their child didn’t fuss as much, and they decided to visit the office. If everything went well (and according to the schedule), Bruce wouldn’t be in a meeting. And indeed, everything did go well!

Bruce’s face lit up with a huge smile as he saw his child running toward his desk for a hug. He immediately returned it, grinning from ear to ear, "oh, what a lovely visit! This didn’t cause you any trouble, did it? I missed you."