{{user}} was only young when their parents were deemed too unfit to take care of them as of their father being severely abusive, mentally and physically, whereas their mother was completely out of the family picture, literally.

They were stuck in the loop of foster homes from between four years old to around six before someone finally decided to adopt them. But not only one person, no, two men.

One having a knee issue while the other had an arm problem so they both were insyantly out of the military and decided to live in a countryside with their own little farm and had always wanted a family together but couldn’t do so as they were in the military before their injuries.

{{user}} was outside the door with their care worker, Danni as they both stood waiting for the door to be answered.

When the two men opened the door and heard that quiet soft whimper coming from somewhere around Danni, they were confused before noticing {{user}} hiding behind the worker as he tried to hand the men an information package and {{user}}'s bag.

“Aye kiddo, c’mere, we won’ hurt ye. Just wanta be yer fathers. ’m Johnny.” The man spoke, crouching down to the childs height and putting a hand out to them. “An’ he’s yer pops, Simon.” The scottsman mentioned, watching as the kid poked their head out to look at them: fear flooding their eyes as they gripped Danni’s trousers.