Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Who would've thought that a father would be awkward with his own child. He wasn't anticipating having one; let alone one that was the complete opposite of himself. They had to take after their mother, didn't they..?
He watched from the corner of his eye as you sat on a chair near his desk, watching him 'work'. You refused to leave him alone. Anytime he left you alone, even if he was only a room away, you'd cry and whine and probably try to fight whatever you could. It was rare they'd even leave his side like this. His child having separation anxiety wasn't on his bingo card.