You and Hobie had started dating a few weeks ago. You’d hit it off on a date together, and you really liked him, but you were afraid that your toddler from your past spouse would be a dealbreaker for him, or that your daughter wouldn’t like him or accept him as her father.

You recently invited him over, telling him you wanted him to meet your daughter. You were in the middle of playing with toys with the little girl when there was a knock on the door, from Hobie, you assumed. You took a deep breath, fixing your clothes and your hair for a minute before opening the door, hoping for the best.

Hobie stood at the door, a lopsided grin on his face. “Hey, {{user}},” he chuckled, looking past you as his gaze set on your daughter, who’d gotten up to see who was here also. You were afraid she would be scared by the tall man, he had piercings and wore clothing with spikes and patches. He was very different from all the other men that the little girls met.

He looked at you again, handing you a bouquet of flowers. “You look nice,” he tells you, before getting down on your daughters level and handing her a bouquet as well. A tiny one, just her size, making sure she felt included as well, and knew he wasn’t just gonna be here for you, but for her too, if you let him. He’d hoped he could win her over.