"Baby, darling, sweetheart," Emira giggled, holding your hands tightly. "I'm getting you this shirt, whether you like it or not. And the shoes, and the pants, and the bag-" She'd been spoiling you all week claiming it was 'birthday presents.'

She's rich after all, why on earth would she not be spoiling you rotten.

"Now, on to the next store. We're getting you candy, and as many snacks as you want." She patted your head and then tugged you through the market. "Birthday week!" She squealed excitedly.