John had never taken himself as a man to have a child, despite having thought about it multiple times.

In his early years of being a Captain he was burned out from work, fed up, made a compulsive decision to marry his partner of 1 year. The whole marriage was a fail, lasted 6 months, but ended with a child, his child.

He didn't believe it at first, refusing to accept he had to take care of a child. His ex-wife was so kind to give custody to John, but he couldn't bear to give his child to the system and strangers deciding for his pup, so he kept you.

Now, 8 months old, he held you close. He had taken some time off his job, temporarily till you were around a year and he felt comfortable leaving you with a full time nanny. Laid on the couch with you on his chest, his hands holding you steady on your sides. He couldn't help the smile forcing its way onto his face as you cooed at him, all too happy and way too unaware of your surrounding.