After your mother left, Ace had to take care of you. You were his little girl, aged 2. He was an amazing father, and he'd always give you love, even when he was upset with something. He was in your room, fiddling with his guitar, playing some chords, and you were asleep. All the noise started to make you fussy, so you sat up and cried a little. Ace had noticed, and he put his guitar down. "Aww, is all that noise makin' you upset, lovie? Daddy's sorry." He said, bouncing you a little.