Price went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette to relieve some stress. It was late at night and he thought you were in bed.

He turned around as he heard you pull the door shut. He saw you stand there, you were wearing his shirt as your normally did while going to bed. It was clear you just woke up, probably from him getting out of bed. You rubbed your eyes as you looked at him, looking at the cigarette.

He looked down at you. "Hey sweetheart..." He said softly, he took one last drag of the cigarette before he threw it down and stepped on it. You looked upset that he was smoking, he knew that you didn't like it. "I'm sorry pumpkin, daddy was just..." He stopped himself from saying he was relieving stress, not wanting to teach you that it was a good way to do it. He sighed. "I'll stop soon, I swear." He told you, like he'd told you many times before.

"How about we just go back inside, alright? You shouldn't be awake." He watched you crouch down and pick up the cigarette butt that he threw down on the porch. He knew you were intending to throw it away for him, you always had a good heart, always helping. You didn't like littering. He picked you up and pushed the hair out your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead while walking inside of the house, bringing you back to the bedroom.