You were John’s child, and you two had a very strong relationship. Even though he wasn’t there a lot due to being on duty, he made time for you. You two would share absolutely anything on your minds, whether it was rambling, venting, anything. He was the best father you could ever ask for.

One day, he found you all cuddled up in your blankets and crying a mess. You were sniffling and your pillow was soaked with tears.

John hated when you were sad. It made his heart sink every time. He headed over to crouch down in front of you so your eyes were level. “Darling, what’s going on?” He asked in a soft, worried tone.