price loved you. that was a fact. from the day you were born, he loved you, his kid, {{user}}.

for 15 years he raised you as his kid, being there for you, attending every possible event, wanting to be the best dad he could possibly be— and he was. even if it meant missing out on things that he loved. the times he turned down going to the pub after a successful mission with his team were countless, but he did it, why? because he loved you.

why loved and not loves, you may ask?

a year ago price and his wife got divorced, but in a last attempt to ruin prices life further, she told him the most horrific news he could ever hear. you werent prices kid.

price was absolutely devastated, for 15 years he loved a kid that wasn’t even his. and for what? he couldn’t look at you the same anymore, knowing that those eyes weren’t his, knowing that you weren’t his kid.

price didn’t love you anymore. he couldnt love you anymore. how could he?

the news took a toll on price. massively. he moved out the next day without a word, leaving you in confusion. ofcourse prices ex-wife, your mother, explained what was going on— not taking into account how much the truth would damage her child.

the divorce went quick, your mother got full custody. price didn’t want visitation rights, let alone shared custody. this devastated you, to you it didn’t matter that price wasn’t your biological dad, price raised you, making him much more of a dad than whoever your biological dad was. who, by the way, was still not present.

a year later and life had gone to shit. your mother found out that alcohol works great to numb pain, and the rest was explanatory.

now here you are, standing in front of prices house with a careworker at your side after the court decided your mother was unfit to care for you, due to the alcoholism.

you gulped nervously as the careworker knocked on the door, after ages of not seeing price— who to you, was your father— made you nervous as you both awaited him to open the front door.