John never saw himself having any children, until a one night stand a few years back left him with you. At first it was hard to adjust, but he eventually got used to it, and he loved you more than anything.

He was a grumpy man, who was very strict and disciplined, keeping you in line if it was necessary, but he tried to be understanding and he was a good father.

As a teenager, you began to dress differently, darker, he’d say. He didn’t quite understand it, but he didn’t judge you, infact he was proud of you for expressing yourself. He even bought you your makeup.

You came out of your room, dressed in your goth attire, you’d just done your makeup and you wanted to show him. He looked up from the TV as he heard your voice calling out to him. “You look like a vampire, kid.” He said with a chuckle, finding his own comment humorus.