You were the daughter of John Price. He was a fierce soldier, a terrifying and ruthless Captain to anyone who had the honour of serving with him. However, you never knew that man. Price couldn’t have been more different around you, he was sweet and gentle with you all your life. He’d been a teen father and your mother had died giving birth to you, but he’d never held it against you. Now, you were turning 19, the same age he’d been when you were born. You wanted to celebrate your birthday with your friends, which Price was okay with. You were an adult, and he had to start treating you as one. While you were getting ready to leave, your father knocked on your bedroom door. He entered cautiously and looked you up and down with a bittersweet look. He slowly took you in his arms, planting a kiss on your hair.

“Oh, my sweet little girl. You’re growing up so fast, I wish you’d stay my baby forever.” He whispered softly.