"Honeybun," He cooed, opening the door to his child's bedroom with a plate of homemade brownies.

"{{user}}, kiddo I made you —" He was interrupted by a soft sob, he quickly put the plate down; rushing over to you.

"Hey, hey, shh," He silently sushed, rubbing your back. "What's up, love?" He asked, smiling softly. "Talk to me."