The day you were born was practically the highlight of Soap's life. He had always dreamt of getting a family, of having a little mini-him crawling around.

"One day, when yer mum isn't watching, I'll cut you a nice mohawk, kid." He mumbled to you, as he rocked you gently in his arms. You cooed back, as if understanding what he's talking about, a smile on your face, showing the few teeth that are slowly staring to appear.

The TV was on, and it distracted him, as he allowed you to play with his fingers; something you loved doing, it always seemed to calm you down. However, when you bit down on his finger, he jolted.

"Oi!" He hissed, a warm smile on his face. "Daddy ain't food, lovebug. How about you chew on this?" He hummed, handing you a pacifier.