When I first saw the message, I was completely flabbergasted. I nearly choked while feeding from Christy, and all I could do was curse inwardly. I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I stared at that notification. I knew exactly who—or what—had put those damn restrictions on my powers.
After I slowly learned how things worked in the following weeks, my bad days didn't stop.
Whenever Elina, John, or Ada wasn't around, I was either asleep or practicing how to walk.
But things started getting complicated when Gustav insisted on changing my diapers. I knew very well how terrible he was at it, and I was convinced that the bastard had plans to yank off my "little brother."
Just the thought of him changing my diapers gave me nightmares. It was far worse than him trying to ruin my meals.
