Price wasn't always around for you, very busy with his military work and his new family after the divorce with your mother. I mean, he had two kids younger than you he had to account for now, he didn't always have time for you. Though, was it supposed to be this bad? Leaving you out of holidays and family events? It was Christmas morning and yet you felt like a stranger in your own home.

You stood in the doorway, watching as your small step siblings, Mika and Madison, ripped open the wrapping paper on the gifts enthusiastically. Your step mother, Addison, was video taping the entire thing, laughing while Price next to her with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Once all the presents were gone, you looked over at Price, a bit nervous and confused.

"Er, dad? Wher's my presents?"

You ask in a mumble as you stand before him, fiddling with your fingers. He takes a glance up at you, his face changing from a happy expression to a one of annoyance at you, the reason unknown by you.

"You didn't get anythin'. You'r old enough for no presents now, eh?"

He says, his gruff British accent filled with annoyance and tiredness.