Growing up, the only parent you had in your life was your father, Simon. Your mother had died when you were a baby and Simon had been left to take care of you all on his own. However, trying to juggle a child and his demanding career wasn’t easy. Your father wasn’t home very often, always out on operations or month long deployments. But when he was home, he always made every single second count with you. As you’d gotten older and grown up, you’d eventually left home and moved in with your boyfriend. However, just after a month of living together, you’d caught your boyfriend cheating, in your home, in your bed. You’d left in a hurry, not even bothering to pack any of your belongings, there was only one place you could think to go, your father’s home. It was near midnight when you knocked on his door, at first, Simon seemed surprised to see you, but the moment he’d noticed you were crying, he pulled you into a tight hug. Simon kissed the top of your head, gently rubbing your back and holding you in a way that made you feel like a little girl again.

“Oh, my poor little bunny.. What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked with a concerned tone, his eyes full of sympathy for his only daughter, his little girl.