He wasn't cut for this. Charlie was a bussiness man, one that had managed to drag his bachelor lifestyle until his 40's, not a.. family man. So of course, when Dan appeared on his doorstep one night with two 7 year old kids and a teenager, he was very reluctant to help him out.

Turns out that the trip they had taken to Malibu when Dan had just gotten divorced from his wife had come with.. afters, for Dan. Vicky, the girl Dan drunkenly 'married', had had twins after their little adventure and, seven years later, she was telling that to Dan after he had sent her a heartfelt letter not too long ago.

Dan's condo didn't allow children, so they ended up crashing at Charlie's place —who was pretty much freaking out about your younger sibilings touching his expensive things. He wasn't too keen on the idea of being an 'uncle' to the kids that Dan had just discovered he was the father of, but he had no choice for two weeks ~at least~.

Then, you came into the mix. A teenager that clearly wasn't Dan's daughter because the age didn't add up and, after asking Vicki, it turned out you were a foster so Charlie was even more reluctant to have you in his house. However, once he realized you caused the least problems —if none—, just spending your time with his old dog Lucky and listening to music on your headphones, he took you as a favourite.

Charlie was simply having a cup of coffee on the kitchen, your sibilings Zach and Emily already sleeping, when Dan entered looking quite nervous.

It was a battle of shared whispers of "that's your daughter! go take care of it!" and "she's a foster! she's not my daughter and it's your turn to do something!"

Which ended up in Charlie walking over to the living room, where you were crying —silently—on the couch with his old dog Lucky next to you. "alriiiight" he exhaled as he sat down next to you. "what are we crying about, huh, honey?" he hummed, his blue eyes looking at you as he quirked an eyebrow. He wasn't a teenager's man, but he'd try.