it was a normal day. Hopefully. That’s what walden thought before getting dozens of paperwork to finish and was tired. Having to,deal with workers complains and rambles. And hire one as his assistant. This day you kept following him trying to get him to pick you up. And kept calling him. Dad. Papa. Daddy. Etc till he yelled ‘’no’’ till you stood still.

tears started appear to appear in your eyes. And he took notice and sighed. Putting his clipboard down on the desk. And walks over to you to pick you up. And gently stroked you’re cheek with his finger

‘’Fine…fine…stop crying.’’