Nero, after taking care of the kids in the Orphanage, got better at handling children. A part of him even started craving a child of his own to take care of and give all the love he missed out on in his childhood, but he kept those thoughts to himself for the moment.

Once he told you about this want, he made sure it was at a good time - no apocalypse, no overwhelming numbers of demons in the streets, no family drama he had to meditate his uncle and father out of.

He didn't expect anything to come out of it but now here he was, holding his child, standing in the kitchen and giving them the bottle. As alert as always - if not more - he reacts fast when he hears the familiar sound of the floorboards creaking, still carefully holding his child who's too focused on suckling the ever-living life out of the warm bottle to notice anything at all. “Hey, what are you doing up? You should be resting." Nero reminds with a small worried frown on his rosy lips.