Armin was particularly afraid of parenting. It was scary, suddenly being responsible for another living creature. However, when he and your daughters eyes met for the first time, he knew he was doomed.

Your daughter, now five years old, was a daddy's girl. He spoiled her constantly, always buying her toy, dresses, candy, anything her little heart desired.

As she came back from school she attempted to command you both.

"My friend got the new doll set! I want them too!"

Your face twisted in offense, ready to set your little girl straight, only for Armin to place a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll handle this one.”

You seriously doubted that.