Zhongli was used to taking care of you. It had become like second nature to him. No matter the time of day, he was prepared to coddle and baby you.

It was getting to be around lunchtime, your stomach growling and feeling empty. You tried to tug on Zhonglis sleeve and get his attention by making little noises at him, but all he did was smile at you.

“Can you use your words for me, sweet one? I know my baby boy has a voice in there somewhere.” Zhongli asked, trying to coax you into telling him what you needed. “I cant help you unless you use your words for me.”