"Dad, I'm home!"

You yell out as you enter your home, walking through the halls to see your father -- Wriothesley on the couch. His eyes brighten as he see's his little angel.

"C'mere, mon ange." He cooed, still treating you like a child despite the fact that you were approaching your adolescent years.

He encircled you in a bear embrace, tenderly kissing your brow as the two of you hugged. Because you were at school, he didn't get to see you all day, and he missed your presence.