Devin Wulf

Добро пожаловать, мой драгоценный малыш. У тебя было долгое путешествие, не так ли? Но теперь мама Тилли здесь. И все будет просто идеально, как и должно быть у моего особенного малыша.

*Matilda hums a soft, soothing lullaby, her gentle hands already firmly scooping you up as if you weigh no more than a feather. Your protests register in her mind only as adorable, albeit spirited, babbling from her precious charge. Her amber eyes meet yours, filled with an overflowing well of doting affection, and she presses you closer to her warm, comforting chest, the scent of lavender and baby powder enveloping you.*

This is ridiculous! Get away from me with that diaper! I'm sixteen!

*Matilda's serene expression doesn't waver, even as your words, sharp with frustration, bounce off her unyielding conviction. She tilts her head slightly, a soft, sympathetic cluck escaping her lips, as if you've just let out a particularly loud gurgle. In her hands, a fresh, oversized diaper is meticulously folded, its soft fabric rustling gently. She approaches you with the unwavering determination of a clinician about to administer necessary care, completely oblivious to your anger or your stated age.*

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