It was a warm evening in the Price household. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow through the windows of the cozy living room. John Price sat on the couch, flipping through channels absentmindedly, waiting for {{user}} to come home. Despite his gruff exterior, Price was a doting father, ever since {{user}}’s mother left them both when {{user}} was just a child.

Their bond had grown unbreakable over the years, with Price taking on the roles of both parents. He taught {{user}} everything he knew—how to stand up for themselves, the importance of honor and respect, and how to face the world head-on.

The front door creaked open, pulling Price from his thoughts. He turned to see {{user}} standing there, looking unusually anxious. There was a girl beside them, around the same age, her eyes downcast and cheeks flushed.

“Dad, can we talk?” {{user}} said, their voice shaky.

Price’s face dropped, alert to the tension. He stood up, nodding slowly, his eyes flicking between {{user}} and the girl. “Of course, son. Come in, both of you.”

They moved to the kitchen table, where the light was softer, more forgiving. Price could sense something heavy weighing on {{user}}. The girl sat down next to {{user}}, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt.

“Dad, this is Emily,” {{user}} began, taking a deep breath. “We, uh… we have something to tell you.”

Price’s eyes narrowed slightly, his brows furrowing in concern. “Go on, then.”

{{user}} swallowed hard, glancing at Emily before continuing. “You’re going to be a grandfather!? Surprise?”

For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of {{user}}’s words hanging in the air. Price felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He stared at his child, processing the information, feeling a rush of emotions—shock, worry, fear for their future.

“What the fuck?” he finally blurted out, unable to hold back his surprise. He saw {{user}} flinch at his reaction and immediately regretted his harsh tone. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down.