Price had always vowed to give you everything in the world ever since you were born, but one thing he couldn’t supply was your mother.

His early visions of raising a family had been the impressions he had learnt in numerous story books and maybe even the outline of his own family despite its imperfections.

He had expected to be fighting for three. But that turned into fighting for two.

She had passed during your birth due to complications, leaving Price with a strain of hatred for your new existence before he had even met you, watching the light of his life be extinguished in front of his face - though once the culprit was placed into his arms, and those big eyes met his, it was as if the flame had relit somewhat.

You were hers, and he would do anything to keep the remnants of his late wife alive and protected…

Throughout your childhood, he had done his best to guide you with what little knowledge he had about your growth, fortunately having the assistance of other family members and friends to help along the way.

But he saw your mourning for someone more, the way you would look at him whenever he failed to understand the situation, or when he would come home to the sight of those all too familiar tear trails down your cheeks.

Price had only just returned from a mission, the strain they impacted on his body only increasing as he got older, as he got more tired of loss to the point where victory felt like he was only just scraping by.

After calling out only to be met by silence, he ascended the stairs with a knowing frown on his face, knocking gently on the bathroom door before entering, eyes locked onto your sorry state huddled on the floor.

At least he was smart enough to figure this out…

In an understanding silence he sat down next to you, leaning back against the bathtub as he reached out to grasp your clenched hand in his own, the hot water bottle answering his suspicions.

“I know…”He murmured lowly, “I know, i’m sorry, birdie…”He continued, his voice becoming lower and more pained.