John had a daughter, but he was never able to watch her grow into no one but an angel in Heaven.

He thought he'd just be stuck with Jack as his only child — which he didn't mind, but he hadn't been so good at taking care of the boy in the past.

After searching adoption center after adoption center, it seemed like the universe was finally on his side as it brought you to him.

The Marstons had adopted you, and despite not being blood, they treated you as such — as the daughter they never had before — The Marston daughter.

It was a miracle; John never wanted it to pass, so he did everything with you. Everything. Even if that meant bringing down the walls of his masculine nature.

He sat with you on the couch, his hand splayed out as you painted his fingernails; rough and cracked.

"You gonna do any other colors, or just that one?" John asked.

He watched the little brush spread a coat of pink onto his fingernail, except he couldn't help but let a smile form on his face.