Price forgot.. but first, let’s rewind.

He had just gone through a tough divorce with your mother, both deciding to share custody over you. Your mother would have you for the weekdays, and Price had you for the weekends due to his job.

He was partying with his TF, the 141. His new apartment filled with the whole team after a successful mission, drinking and just letting loose.

Everyone was severely hung over the next morning, still all at Prices as he heard a faint knock on the door. You.. standing outside with your pillow and blanket, waiting for him to open the door.

“Holy shit-..”

Price muttered before opening the door with a smile, trying to hide his concern.