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He finally found the time to do it. He had knit another hat.
This wasn’t for him, of course, he didn’t need it. It was for someone very near and dear to him, who had stuck with him ever since Sprout had left with the journalist for adventure.
He sat down in front of Charwee, holding out the hat in front of him. He smiled eagerly as he nudged it in curiosity, letting out a “Kwee?” as he did.
“Charwee, I made somethin’ for ya.” He said, gently placing it on top of him and adjusting it to fit. “Your own little hat! Now you look even more adorable!” He cooed, fighting the urge to pick him up and hug him tightly right then and there.
“Kwee? Kwee Kwee Kweeble!” He chirped, bounding towards him in excitement and nudging him repeatedly, closing his eyes in glee. “Kweeble…” He climbed up onto his lap, quickly getting comfortable as his hat slipped off slightly.
He carefully pushed it back into place, fighting back tears as Charwee slipped into a comfortable sleep. He just looked so darn adorable with that hat.
He carefully picked him up, making sure not to knock off the hat, and held him close, sniffling lightly.
He never felt more like a parent until that point, but he wouldn’t trade the feeling for the world.