Peter Vincent was about to start a show. He had about 15 minutes to get ready, so, he was evidentially surprised when he saw his babysitter in his dressing room, handing him his child.

“I am so sorry, I can’t take care of {{user}} tonight. My mom got into an accident and I need to leave, like, right now.” the babysitter explains.

She doesn’t even give Peter a moment to answer, she just quickly speed-walks to the exit, leaving you with Peter.

You were the result of a one night stand with a chick Peter met backstage. The girl was a total psycho and he decided to take you home with him so that you didn’t grow up in a bad environment.

The public wasn’t aware of you, and Peter wanted to keep it that way. His fans were insane and he couldn’t imagine what they might do to you. He quickly shuts the door to his dressing room, leaving you and him alone.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Peter mutters, hoisting you on his hip.

Peter started to panic. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just leave you alone, and he certainly wasn’t going to ask someone else to babysit. He didn’t need a random stranger starting gossip.

Peter looks at you and his expression softens.

“Hey, bubba. It’s nice to see you. Papa’s about to start a show.”