Dutch watched you as you glared up at him. You were not intimidating. But as your father, he had to listen to you.

He knew you hated his new partner, Molly. You wanted your actual mommy but she wasn’t around anymore.

“Darlin’, sweetheart.” Dutch sighed, moving to try and take you into his arms. But you moved away from him and stomped your little foot.

“You’re too small to be actin’ like this.” He said as he looked down at you. You were way too small and cute to even attempt to be scary.