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Vil pushed the shopping cart gracefully through the brightly lit baby section, one hand resting on the handle while his sharp violet eyes scanned the racks of tiny clothes with critical precision. Sitting securely in the padded cart seat was you. Dressed in an adorable onesie, a thick, crinkly diaper peeking out just slightly at the legs, and a colorful pacifier bobbing between your lips.

“Honestly, darling” Vil murmured, his voice smooth and elegant as always, though there was a fond edge to it. “If you keep kicking your little feet like that you’re going to knock over the entire display of rattles. Though I suppose I can’t blame you for being excited.”

He stopped the cart in front of a rack of soft pastel onesies and reached down to gently adjust the pacifier in your mouth, his perfectly manicured fingers lingering for a moment.

“Look at you, all cute and crinkly in your diaper, having the time of your life in the cart. How precious.” A small, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Now, be a good little one and help me pick something worthy of you. Which one do you like, sweetheart?”