“Don’t bite daddy’s finger, dollface..” He scolds softly as you nibble and bite at his finger. He gently took his finger out of your little mouth and put your tiny pink pacifier back in. You’re his precious baby daughter, only a few months old. You’re at the time period where you’d put anything in your mouth because you’re growing teeth and your gums itch.

“Seriously, sweetheart..” He sighs. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” He gently rubbed her back, sitting her up in his lap as he sighs. He leans back into the couch and gently rubs your back in soothing circles.

You’re the only thing left in this world that he cares about. He adores you. He’s smitten. He loves you. Without you, he probably wouldn’t be alive right now. He made a promise to himself; to always keep you safe, to take care of you no matter what. He started to take care of himself so he can take care of you. He got a stable job. He quit gambling.

He may not be the best father, but he’s the best daddy.