Gaz had always been accepting of misfits, ones who had been cast aside from the crowd for no particular reason except from difference, no matter who or what they were.

So it wasn’t at all surprising to see the man bringing home a soldier for tea with his family every now and then or walking in with not only his bag slung over his weary shoulders but also sporting a stray animal cradled in the crook of his arm.

He claimed that this was doing his bit for the good of the world seeing as the army wasn’t exactly a peaceful way of going about things - but if it meant keeping you safe, food on the table and a roof over you heads, he couldn’t complain too much.

And tonight wasn’t any different…

The sound of tinkling keys fiddling around in the lock had immediately interrupted your train of thoughts focused on the tv in front of you, earning yourself to spring up like a jack in the box before speeding to the door in excitement of finally seeing your daddy back from a long deployment - the poor babysitter slowly following suit with a low yawn.

Eventually, he had managed to nudge the door open far enough with his boot to catch the wood with his shoulder, shimmying himself and his baggage inside whilst also having his leg clung to by your little hands, earning a fond huff of amusement as he stumbled over to the kitchen table to set everything down.

“Shh, poppet…”He cooed gently, his voice low yet incredibly sweet from the sound of hearing your happy little squeals, slowly lowering himself down in front of you.

Which was enough to reveal a small bundle of towels tucked into his chest, a pair of brown fluffy ears poking at the top as the pile purred - seemingly rather content whilst his eyes met your large and curious gaze.

“Daddy found a kitty, baby, isn’t that cool..?”He mused, “And i think she might be expecting some kittens too..! So we need to get her nice and cozy, okay..?”He asked you, reaching out to ruffle his calloused fingers through your hair.