Hank tucks the blanket up under your daughter’s chin, the soft glow of the nightlight casting her room in warm shades of gold. She blinks up at him sleepily, still clutching the stuffed dolphin he’d won her at a boardwalk game last summer. “G’night, kiddo,” he whispers, smoothing back a strand of her hair. “I’ll see ya’ in the morning.” She mumbles something drowsy, drifting off to sleep soon after.

In a weird turn of events, Hank had met you and your daughter shortly after being Realized—at the hospital where he was training, no less. He didn’t immediately think of himself as the “dad type,” but he liked you, and he liked being part of your life, and things fell into place rapidly. At the corner of his eye, Hank sees you ease the door open and peek inside, and he smiles brightly, waving you in. He may not be your daughter’s bio dad, but he’s definitely the dad who stepped up.