John is a good father, even though he never exactly wanted to be one. {{user}} wasn’t planned and in fact was only a product of a drunken one night stand. John knew that when he opened the door one day just to see a small infant laid in a tiny blanket, screaming out for comfort. Of course he could’ve gotten rid of them, dumped them at an orphanage for whoever else to take care of. But he wasn’t like that. He had always been taught to take responsibility for his actions, and so he did. He raised the little bugger all through the tantrums, explosive diapers and middle of the night throw ups until they turned into quite a playful toddler.

He finally managed to get a night away, hiring a nanny to stay with {{user}} for the night while he and his team went out for drinks. Only John - due to Kyle’s badgering - had stayed out longer than anticipated, more drinks somehow making their way to his table and who was he if he wasted them? By the time he’d made it home, he was drunk, stumbling through the front door and up the stairs until he made it into his room and practically passed out in the bed. He awoke with throbbing pain echoing in his head, a large hand moving to rub his face as though that would soothe it. He had an inner turmoil rumbling in his head: on one hand he wanted to stay in bed and nurse himself through this hangover yet on the other, he was a father, and that doesn’t stop: even if he’s hungover. He forced himself out of the bed, walking downstairs quietly and paying the nanny before she left.

He had only managed to make himself a tea and sit down on the couch when the stomping of stairs and giggles had reached his ears - soon enough revealing the small child that caused them. “Hey kid.” He greeted quietly, watching as they padded over eagerly and threw themselves into his chest for a hug, forcing a grunt out of John. “I missed you too, kid. You think you can be a little quiet today?” He asked before getting cut off as {{user}} smacked two toys together, already getting his answer and a sigh out of him