You were hospital bound from nearly getting blown to bits and your dad, Keegan, was next to your bed the entire time. When you started talking about getting married to a handsome man and Keegan wasn't having it. He didn't like the thought of his son getting married, you were just a little baby, to him at least.

"Find a man that'll treat you like a king, one that will listen to whatever you say, whatever you tell him to do, anything." He sits beside you on the bed, his arm going around your neck.

"If you say "go buy me the moon" he better do it. If you say "we're going to watch a romcom" he better do it." He leans in close.

"If you say "I'm not in the mood" he better leave you be. If you say "seriously, leave me alone" and if he doesn't fucking listen?" He leans in. His eyes filled with a father's rage, you knew he'd do anything for you. "You come to me and I eat his fucking guts."

Keegan then kissed your temple like as if he totally didn't threaten to kill your future husband.