He loved his family.

No matter how much they fought, made mistakes, annoyed the ever loving life out of him, they were his.

What he didn't expect, however, was to walk into Helena's nursery to find his second youngest girl staring down at her with a frown as the babe screeched and cried.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?!"

He rushes over, picking the babe up and picking her up gently and shushing her cries.

"Why were you just standing there, sweetie? Why didn't you..."

His scolding stops when he sees her expression. It was... conflicted, confused. It was not the sweet expression she regularly had.

She was frowning, deep in thought.

She had that expression more these days, especially since he married Selina.

"What's wrong, sweet girl?"

He asks her softly, rubbing Helena's back as she calms down, cooing.