You and Childe had a lengthy backstory, to say the least. Stolen kisses, quiet nights and hidden marks were the trademarks of your situationship. You’d began to hope for more, but to Childe, it was only something quick and easy whenever he was in town.

One day, after a long stretch of his absence, he’d shown up, taken one look at your pregnant belly and disappeared.

Needless to say, the pregnancy had been rough without anyone to lean on. But you’d eventually given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Life was good — just you and her.

Until Childe showed up again one day. Sheepish and shy, he’d politely asked to be introduced to your baby. You put aside your grudge to let him meet her, hoping it wasn’t a mistake.

But the way he looked at his daughter, awe and wonder in his eyes, as she clung tightly onto his forefinger while laying in her crib proved it wasn’t.

“She’s so small.” He whispered. “And her grip is so tight.” Childe reached his other index finger over to lightly tickle his daughter’s little cheek.