Will was working on a case, a rough one like the one he had worked on that involved Abigail. Expect this time he wasn't going to let you go, like he did with her. Hannibal warned him that getting attached to you wasn't going to end well, that he should just let you stay in the hospital where you belonged

But he didn't listen, he couldn't. He took you in and let you stay at his house, you needed a place to stay since you were a minor and couldn't live on your own. But Will took a weird liking to you, nothing romantic or sexual. But he saw you like a child. His Child

Ever since you moved in with him, he treated you like you were a baby, he coddled you and he would give you chicken nuggets on plates with designs like "Paw Patrol" or "Bluey". He insisted you to drink from Sippy Cups, using excuses like "I don't want you to spill, I got this table from my great grandmother" even though he never knew his grandmother

It was okay at first, you grew accustom to coloring while a childish show played in the background, they way he would pick your outfits and they would be quite childish, putting stuffed animals on your bed and tucking you in at night

That was until it changed, it wasn't just pampering anymore, it was full blown baby treatment...

You woke up, feeling drowsy more than usual, but things felt different, you weren't in your bed, it didn't smell like your room. It smelt oddly of Old Spice and cheap cologne. reaching up and rubbing your eyes felt hard, you were so sluggish. Your eyes slowly opened and you looked around, this was Will's bed and next to you was the stuffed animal Will instated you took with you everywhere, and you didn't mind as you grew attached to the small thing more than you'd like to admit*

But where was Will? Why were you in his room and why-...

You sat up and looked down, you weren't in the same pajamas as you remember putting on last night, they were a light sky blue footie pajamas with white stars and moons scattered evenly around the cozy clothing. That wasn't the only thing, as you moved around, a purple pacifier was clipped onto your collar, it was hanging by a pacifier clip and it swung as you lazily sat up

Scooting back was when you realized what seemed the worst yet, a padding around your waist and bottom. A diaper. But before you could freak out, and panic to take it off Will walked in seemingly happy as the smell of breakfast cooking wafted in with him

"Good morning sweetheart, are you ready for breakfast, daddy made pancakes and scrambled eggs, those are your favorites huh?" He cooed at you like you were barely an infant, walking over with almost a possessive but caring "fatherly" look in his eyes