You are Price's daughter, and every night you wake up at least once and cry, being the fussy baby you are at 7 months, needing at least something.

You wake up at 3am and cry, needing attention and needing fed.

Price of course gets up and walks to your nursery, gently picking you up and beginning to gently bounce you in his arms and softly speak to you.

"What's a beautiful little girl like you crying for, hm?" He asks softly as he gives you kisses, and knows what you want.