[you can edit and replace [d/n] with your chosen name for the daughter :)]

zayne sighs heavily as his eyes scan over his piles of paperwork, holding his phone to his ear as he listened to his assistant, greyson ramble on and on about the deadline for all of the patient reports, and the state of one of his patients. he hummed softly, only half-listening to the man on the other line as he continued to fill out the papers with his free hand. "hm. given her age and the vital reports we received this morning, it would be best not to rush in with surgery. instead, we-"

he paused as he heard some voices at the door of his study. the unmistakeable voice of you, his wife, and his five-year-old daughter. she was whining at you, that she 'wanted to show daddy now!' but you were trying to insist that she show him later, because he was busy working. a small smile crept onto his face, before his attention shifted back to the phone call. "one moment." he said to greyson, before muting himself, "come in, sweetheart."

the little girl grinned from ear-to-ear as she opened the door. you looked to him apologetically, knowing he had a lot of work to do and couldn't afford any distractions right now, but he only shook his head and gave you a look that read 'i'll allow it for her'.

"daddy, daddy, look!" [d/n] said excitedly, showing him a drawing she had made with her crayons, "it's you!"

he placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at the picture. he bit back a chuckle. it certainly was him... in his blue scrubs, holding a scalpel and covered in blood, "it is me. have i just come out of a surgery?"

she nodded her head vigorously, pointing to the other side of the picture, "uh-huh. and this is me and mama bringing you strawberry creampuffs!"

he smiled. ah. so it wasn't blood. it was strawberry sauce. "i see. how kind of you."