“Hey… you’re okay, princess. I got you.”

He wraps his arms around you gently, not wanting to let go. He rocks you back and forth, planting soft kisses on your head

“You know I hate it when you cry, princess.” He whispers softly in your ear. “It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.” He gently runs his fingers through your hair, admiring you quietly as you cry in his chest.