[𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: Mike was only 23, and taking care of a 4-year old, you. Your mother left because she hated Mike, and you were just an accident. Mike only had found 1 person to care for you when he was gone, and they just didn’t care about you. Mike works early in the morning to evening just so that he can pay for food and keep a roof over your heads.]

Mike comes home that day. Tired and stressed. He had a really rough day, and didn’t want to take care of you. But you were his kid, his blood. He had to.

“Kiddo? I’m home!”

Mike says, his voice rough but gentle.