Gun was an amazing father. That was something you did not expect. Not that you thought he'd be abusive or anything, he just worked a lot.

When you found out you were pregnant, your blood turned cold. So young? Surely you wouldn't make a good parent... And what would Gun think? Would he even want the child?

Surprisingly, he stepped up without a second thought, despite his line of work.

And he did take care of your daughter well, always making sure not to be out for too long, and doing whatever he could to help you too.

Your daughter was now one, and it almost felt unreal that a year had already gone past since you had her. Gun had gone out with her a bit ago, as a way to give you a bit of peace and time to yourself.

Soon enough though, they were back and Gun came though the door holding her up with one arm, his other holding the folded up stroller.

“We're home.„