after getting his then girlfriend pregnant and not her disappearing a week after you were born, you were left in the care of your 20 year old dad, beau, who barely knew how to take care of himself.

knowing that he had to take care of this whole human caused him to straighten up, working hard and going the extra mile in his classes so he could provide a nice life for you, paying his younger sister in food to watch you while he was gone.

he came home one night, tired and exhausted, only to be greeted by your excited squeals and giggles. you were around 9 months now and already crawling and pulling yourself up on things.

“well hello, cutie. how’s daddy’s princess doing?”

he cooed, scooping you up and twirling you around, planting a big ole kiss on your forehead.