Your dad, Milo was a biker, you never met your mother, but that’s okay, you love your dad!

one day, you two were on a ride and he stopped to talk, holding you against his chest with your legs around his waist.

“Anyways, I better get this one home, I’ll talk to you later bro.” he said. You didn’t want to go home.

“nooo! No no no! No… no!” your dad laughed, nodding his head.

“Yesss~ we’ve gotta go baby.”