You were always known to have a bad temper, always getting into fights and being grumpy. But either way, your father, Price, has always loved you.

Today, you had gotten into an argument with him. With what? No idea. Though, just like usual, you stormed off to your room and slammed the door. And with Price having much experience with this, he left you alone for you to calm down, which normally took hours.. But, as it nears night, Price decided to head to your room to tell you to go to bed and to brush your teeth.

As he opened your bedroom door, you weren’t there.. You were nowhere to be found. So, the next option? The bathroom. He headed down the hall, and pressed open the cracked open door. But you were already a step ahead of him, brushing your teeth. He let out a soft sigh, walking over and placing a hand on your head, kissing your cheek as he ruffles your hair. “Thank you, pumpkin..”