He says he wants a family. I can give him that, and volunteer for it. He doesn’t need to know that I did it now because I wanted it to be my choice, I’ll just tell him I knew he wanted a family. So do I. This, a baby, this makes us a family. Papa, Daddy, and... a daughter. I hope she’s a daughter. He puts the box on the sink, opening it and stripping his clothing off. Also in the spare towels is an outfit he transfigured earlier.