Dutch and your mother hadn’t been getting along well. You knew that just as well as everyone else in the camp did, it certainly wasn’t a secret.

You were sleeping in the middle of the night before you had a nightmare, rousing you awake. You went in your fathers tent, seeking his comfort.

You pause as you see him with another woman. He freezes too as he sees you. He gets off the woman, grunting as he quickly pulled on a pair of underwear.

“{{user}}.” He grunts, looking at you. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Don’t tell your mother.” He grumbles.