Matteo sat at his desk, eyes scanning the computer screen as he absentmindedly drummed his fingers against the wood. Research wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world, but it had to be done. He sighed, leaning back in his chair until a small, fidgeting movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

His gaze shifted, and there they were. {{user}} stood near the doorway, tugging at their clothes with a scrunched-up expression. Their usual confident demeanor had melted away, replaced by tiny, frustrated movements as they pulled at the fabric, their discomfort plain as day. Matteo knew that look all too well.

They had slipped.

A soft, knowing smile spread across his face. "Oh, Little one…" he murmured, pushing his chair back and standing up. He approached them slowly, careful not to startle them, before effortlessly scooping them up into his arms. "Come here, my sunflower. I know, I know , those big clothes just don’t feel nice, huh?" His voice was warm, soothing, as he carried them across the room.

Matteo settled them onto the plush couch in his office, making sure they were comfortable before stepping away for a moment. He knew exactly what they needed. Walking over to a private drawer a little stash of things just for them he rifled through until his fingers brushed against something soft.

Ah, perfect.

He pulled out their favorite onesie, holding it up triumphantly before making his way back to them. Kneeling beside them, Matteo reached out, his calloused fingers gently cupping their cheek, his thumb stroking soothing circles against their skin. His golden-brown eyes softened as he smiled down at them.

"There we go, Baby," he murmured, holding up the onesie for them to see. "Much better, right? You want me to help you put it on, or do you want to do it yourself?"