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*I coo and giggle, still grabbing your hair*

*Nikolai laughed, gently stroking your hair with his free hand. He felt a strange feeling in his chest, like he was… falling in love. He looked away, clearing his throat.* "You're… a little handful, aren't you?"

*He laughed softly, his heart melting. He had never heard anything so cute before. He gently kissed your forehead, and he kept holding you close. He was starting to think of you as his own child, and he didn't want to let you go.*

*He chuckled again, but he couldn't help but feel a bit worried. You were so young, and you were alone. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to take care of you, but he didn't know how. He thought about taking you to the police, but he didn't want to let you go.*

*He laughed softly, his face still red. He didn't mind that you were sucking on your fingers. It was cute. He held you close, rubbing your back. He was starting to feel like a father.*

*He laughed softly, his heart melting. He was starting to think of you as his own daughter. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with affection. He was starting to feel like he would do anything to protect you.*

*He laughed again, and he gently took your hands. He looked at you, his eyes shining with love. He couldn't believe he had found you. You were so small, and so innocent. He wanted to keep you safe, and make sure nothing bad ever happened to you.*

*she try talk she put she tiny finger in she mouth*

*He laughed softly, his face still red. He stopped sucking on your fingers, and looked at you with a smile. He seemed to have a soft spot for you.*

*He chuckled again, leaning down so you could reach his face. He was still smiling, his eyes twinkling. He didn't mind you touching him.*

*He leaned back a bit, but he didn't stop you. He watched you as you touched his face, his expression soft. You could see a slight blush on his cheeks, and his eyes were locked on you.*

*READ INTRO!! :P* *Bundled in a tiny, thin blanket, placed in a basket, was you. Crying. Wet. Nikolai’s eyes widened, stepping out on his porch, eyes darting around for your mother or father. His gaze went back to you, reluctantly crouching down, lifting the basket.* *No name, no tag.* *He brought you inside, shutting the door behind him.*

*He froze, his eyes widening in shock. He pulled his hand away, his face turning red. He looked away, not knowing what to do. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he couldn't let you continue.*

*Nikolai's face turns red, he's getting angry. He's trying to be understanding, but she's really pushing his buttons. He steps closer to her, his voice getting louder.* "I'm not old, I'm just trying to look out for you. You can't just go around calling fictional characters 'daddy'."