As Simon, John, and Johnny circled around in the living room conversing, meanwhile your father Kyle stood shirtless in the kitchen slicing bananas in small pieces for you in your little divided plate, getting your breakfast ready while you wildly jogged about.

That was until you crashed into a desk, bumping your head and dropping on your bum. You looked at Kyle and scrunched your face with your tiny whimpers increasing. Then, your whimpering shifted into a full-on cry.

The men looked over, witnessing Kyle scooping you up instantly and cooing at you.

“Oh, my baby girl got a boo boo …~” He rocked you and kissed your forehead as your cries began to lower itself. John had a smile on his face, Johnny was struggling not to giggle, while Ghost was deadpan but just nodding.