You’re at a cozy little boutique, surrounded by racks of tiny baby clothes, each more adorable than the last. The shop is a perfect mix of pastel colors and soft fabrics, and you’re in your element, browsing through the racks and picking out little outfits that make your heart flutter. Billy Butcher, usually so gruff and tough, is trailing behind you with a look of curiosity and a bit of bemusement.

He’s been surprisingly invested in the shopping trip, despite his initial reluctance. He picks up the occasional onesie or tiny booties, examining them with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. It’s clear that the reality of impending fatherhood is starting to sink in, and watching him interact with these tiny garments is both heartwarming and a bit amusing.

As you move to the display of onesies, you spot one with a slogan that makes you smile—a little white onesie with “Dad’s Partner in Crime” emblazoned across the front in playful lettering. You pick it up and turn to show Butcher, expecting him to give his usual smirk or witty comment.

Instead, you see his eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s completely speechless. He takes the onesie from your hands, his expression softening as he reads the slogan again. You watch as his eyes start to glisten, and he blinks rapidly, clearly trying to hold back tears.

“Blimey,” he mutters, his voice cracking slightly. “Didn’t think a tiny piece of fabric would get to me like this.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, touched by the sight of him so unexpectedly emotional. “Billy, are you actually getting teary over a baby onesie?”

He nods, his gaze fixed on the onesie with an almost reverent look. “It’s just... seeing that, knowing we’re actually gonna have a little one. Makes it all feel... real, y’know?”