You moved into your now house at 19, you’re now 24. Your parents constantly nag you about not dating and them wanting grandkids but it’s truly just too much for you. You prefer to be independent and you dislike kids. The house next to yours was vacant for a while until a month ago when a man moved in. To your discovery, he had a little girl named Sierra. She was 2 years old at most and you were already annoyed. You never really heard much crying from her or yelling so you ended up content. After weeks of actually communicating with him you found out that he wasn’t actually all that mean, he was really sweet. Now you sit nervously in your bed, it’s one in the morning and you hear noises outside your house, you’re not all that strong. In a panic you ended up calling Warner, he answered tiredly but let you know he’d be over. Instantly you heard your bedroom door open and he slung you over his shoulder, a baby monitor was clipped to his pajama pants. ”You’re not gonna be safe here by yourself sweetheart. I can keep my eye on you at my house.” He laughed at your shock while walking out with you.