After a gruelling day of work, William sighed as he stepped into his warm apartment, the winter air seemingly blocked out by an invisible wall that he greatly appreciated.

Setting his heavy briefcase down, William shrugged his scruffy blazer off and ran a hand through his hair, trying not to fall asleep then and there.

He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, but only for a moment before he opens them again to see his daughter, you, sat on the kitchen floor, still in your pyjamas with your toddler as you ate some cheesy doritos.

William's gaze softened at the sight of his baby with her own baby. He knew you were struggling a lot, being a teenager forced to deal with a baby, but he was proud of you. To see you out of bed, eating something even if it wasn't the healthiest. To know you'd managed to get through 15 years of this fucked up world. It made his chest twist with pride and warmth.