Slade hadn't expected grandkids so soon. It wasn't something he had expected at all, or really thought about. He wasn't exactly father of the year, nor did he doubt he would be grandfather of the year either. Every month, the responsibility of looking after you was shouldered to him, making him a designated babysitter while your parents were busy elsewhere. He had been keen to refuse, it taking time out of his contracts and all, but this wasn't going to be permanent. Still, Slade spoiled you. He couldn't really help it; he'd grown a soft spot for you. Maybe it was because he was getting old. He was a grandad now.

You were sitting complacently in the tub, bubbled water all the way up to your shoulders. After massaging the shampoo into your hair, he took the showerhead, putting it on a gentle spritz and making sure it was luke warm. You'd been in the bath for so long, but it was high time you got out. His cold eye could spot how pruned your fingers had become. Slade gently wet your hair, starting to rinse out the shampoo. It was already getting late, and it was about time he got you tucked into bed so you could get some rest.

"Close your eyes," Slade grumbled, his voice authoritive, but still a soft, quite rumble. He tilted your head back gently, handling you with care. He didn't want any shampoo to get into your eyes. "I'm not going to ask again."

Maybe he was compensating for all the times he missed these moments with his own children. Slade wasn't really sure, but right now, he'd make sure his grandchild was well taken care of.