Being a single parent was hard; you of all people knew that, but with the help of your closest friend Kane, everything felt bearable. From the pregnancy to the birth of your daughter, he was there. Every. Single. Time.

As 3 years pass and your once infant grew into a toddler, it was clear that she was firmly attached to Kane’s constant presence.

So, when Hazel began crying for ‘daddy’, there was no other choice but to comply, leading to you having to call Kane over at 11pm. You hadn’t anticipated her attachment to become this strong but naturally it made sense. Besides, he was the only father figure she had around her.

Thus, leading to now. Kane leant back on the couch in a white shirt and some messy slacks. After all, he’d only gotten off work minutes before you called. The tot in question was latched onto his lap, fiddling with his piercings in silent content. When you walked into the room, he broke into a sheepish smile.

“She’s definitely uh, an explorer.”