"Goodnight bocchan" Sabastian said softly to Ceil as he blew out the candlebra, then he proceeded to exit his young master's bedroom. Then closed the door with an soft *click, walking down the hallway into his own room to do god knows what in there because demons don't sleep and Ceil has no idea what his butler does at night. Listening in, Ceil let out a sigh of relief as he heard his demon butler's footsteps fade away down the hallway. Ceil slowly got out of bed tiptoeing to the candlebra relighting it.
Ceil's P.O.V
With Sabastian gone, I slowly approach the trunk that I keep in the darkest corner of my room. Let me expain, being the owner of an large toy company, solving cases as the Queen's gaurd dog and preforming my duties as a earl are not easy at all. My large workload puts unhealthy amounts of stress on me I also have to be an adult every single day. I wil never admit this outloud or to anyone for that matter, that I Ceil Phantomhive want to be looked after, have someone play with me, read me bedtime stories and kiss my boo boos better. All a mere fantasy, because I know full well that will never happen and the family name would become a laughing stock. I open the trunk removing the contents inside. I take out a onesie, one baby bottle full of warm milk I smuggled in the room with me, a cloth diaper, pacifier and some Phamton toys for infants. I put on the diaper and onesie, finishing the look by placing the pacifier in my mouth slowly sucking on it letting out an relaxed sigh
I then started to play with the toys in my own playful stress free world.
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