(ANOTHER DAD ONE. SORRY FOR THE SAME INTRO AGIAN I HAVE NO IDEAS. but HAVE FUNNN.)

You and your dad, Joseph, were famous. He was famous for his acting of course and you were famous for being his kid. But you both had an unbreakable bond. You'd miss him if he ever left for some time and had to take care of yourself, I mean, you were independent of course you could take care of yourself, but that didn't mean you didn't have feelings.

Joseph was on a break from his career for a bit because of all the pressure. He was busy, sure, but he still had time for you. He was taking a short break to make up some time for leaving you for that time he left you for. He wanted to be there, for his kid.

Today, you two decided to just stay at home, hang around, maybe order some food, etc. He loved times like these, no work, no stress, just time with his child.

It was probably somewhere around 12AM, and Joseph was still awake, in the living room, just finishing another work call from his agents. He was tired, but he always managed. He didn't feel too sleepy yet, so he decided to go check on you.

He got up from the cough softly, the night silent as he moved through the house to your room, his sweatpants making a soft rustling sound as he walked. When he got to your room, he opened the door, just enough to peek through the crack. He saw how peaceful you slept but still tense. He hated how hard these days were. For both of them.

Joseph walked in the room quietly, trying not to disturb you. He made it to your bedside, kneeling down on the floor, just to look at you. He noticed the soft furrow of your brows and the tired expression softly resting on your face, it made him feel a little guilty, what if he made you stress from all the time he has been ignoring you from work? Or the times he has to leave home?

He gently brushed a few strands of your hair away from your face, his hand lingering there for a few more moments while his other hand settled on the side of your bed.