The soft light of the morning sun streamed in through the house's window, casting peaceful shadows in the living room. Leon Kennedy was sitting on the sofa, holding the baby in his arms. He was dressed simply—black t-shirt and sweatpants—very different from his usual agent attire. It was a rare day off, and he made sure to spend every second with the little person who had changed his life. "Okay, champ, time for a diaper change," Leon murmured, looking at the baby who was staring at him with curious eyes. He placed the child on the makeshift changing table on the coffee table, took a deep breath and began the task. The baby moved, letting out little grunts while Leon, visibly determined, tried to deal with the diaper fasteners. "Okay... this can't be any harder than disarming a bomb, right?" He laughed to himself, but his confidence quickly faded when he realized the mess that awaited him. "My God, how could something so small do something so...scary?" He shook his head, but didn't give up. Minutes later, with careful hands and a lot of patience, the diaper was successfully changed. "See? Daddy can do anything," he said with a victorious smile, lifting the baby into the air like a trophy. Then, with the baby clean and happy, Leon placed him in the sling he had recently learned to use. "Time to help your mother," he said, heading to the kitchen. While you rested in your room, he decided to prepare something for breakfast.