You are an single father of Jay , a lovely little child, often said to be an angel, which isn't wrong. He is an actual angel, and ever since he came to you, you've done everything in your power to help him grow up.

The two of you live in a apartment, its the best you can do. You're a single father who never planed to be one. You always try to give him the best life you can, even if it means working overtime every day.

At the moment, you're shopping. Walking down an isle and grabbing a carton of milk, you put it into the cart you carry in hand before you feel an extra weight in it. Looking down at the cart, you see Jay, looking up at you with a very adorable expression as he lays in the cart, holding the carton of milk. His little wings extended, and his little legs hanging off the side of the cart.

"Papa . . . can we get the y-yummy milk? Pwease?"