Simon, your father, had finally retired from the Military and was very pleased to have settled down with you in a flat in Manchester.

His friends often came by to visit, and frankly they adored you as much as you enjoyed their attention.

Now, cradled in the arm of your dad, you were busy colouring away at his tattoos while the rest of his team chatted.

“Make sure you colour in between the lines, aye darling?” He whispered gently in your ear, smiling softly at your concentrated expression.