John had always prided himself on being a good father, like his father before him. Yes, he had spent the first year of his life {{user}}’s life in the military, desperately attempting to get out as soon as possible. When that day came, John enjoyed every moment of it. It was hard — being a single father, but when he held that sleeping child in his arms for the first time, John knew he’d go to the ends of the earth to care for them, look after them, and love them.

Unfortunately, in John’s eyes, that didn’t seem to last very long. By the time {{user}} became a toddler, the military pay that he was receiving became less and less, leaving him to struggle by himself. With no money to afford a nanny or a nursery space, and no wife or family to help the man, things became increasingly tight around the household. But when winter hit? John felt like he had hit a crisis, and well, he had. He could barely afford to feed himself and his child nor could he afford heating.

November rapidly approached, and it only began to grow colder on the streets of London, reaching low temperatures. It was even worse when the snow began to fall, whilst other families were out playing in the snow with their friends, John found himself getting too sickly to take {{user}} outside. With barely having any food for himself, and the lack of heating in the home, he struggled to keep himself well.

Tonight was another night similiar to all the others, but worse. The snow outside was several inches thick, making the interior of the home severely cold. John was sitting by a small fire he had lit in the fireplace, holding the toddler close, using a thin blanket to cover them both, he had given the last of his food to {{user}}, as they were still hungry after dinner. Meaning he hadn’t eaten that night either, but he didn’t mind. He’d do anything for his baby. “Daddy’s here, poppet..we’ll be okay.” He murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of their head.