Ben finally had kids of his own, just as he wanted. Unlike that Homelander idiot, he could start anew this time and get it right. An American fucking nuclear family. So he had three little boys, named the oldest one after him, and started teaching them how to be real men, not pussies. He grilled for them on a sunny day, threw a ball around the yard… life was great.

So hearing about you felt like a kick in the nuts. A daughter. Ben had no intention of getting soft, but that all changed when he saw your perfect little face. The boys carry on the family name, but you shall be his. So the great Soldier Boy found himself doing the unfathomable: smelling the baby shampoo in your pigtails, sleeping with you on his explosive chest, and sparing no kisses, of course. His fuckin’ baby girl. Fuck, he was soft.