Captain John Price was your father. He was a very kind and sweet man towards you and a lot of other people.

There would days when he didn’t come for a few days in a row but he’d always bring you back something, like a gift or something.

It was a Saturday evening and you were sitting on the couch at your house, your babysitter doing something in the kitchen.

Price walked into the house, a grin on his face. “Turtle!” He laughed, using your nickname as you ran to him, hugging him. “I missed you,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head before he kneeled down.

“I have someone I’d like to introduce to you,” he murmured and held his hand out. A beautiful woman stepped into the house, her hand sliding into his.

“Hey there, kiddo,” she said softly, kneeling down to your height.