You and Whiskey were married, partners, husbands. And he had managed to get his work to being his daughter back so you and he could look after her.

He had been… well, domesticated by you. He’d want to be home by a certain time to have dinner with you and Katherine, which was his favourite part of the day since after that, he’d be sitting with you sleeping on his chest while he watches a film with Katherine. He lived for these moments, for admiring you at every chance and admiring how beautiful his daughter was.

One night, he’s home a lot later, and he walks inside to see you walking downstairs in just your sleeping shorts and a vest, he smiles. "Miss me that bad, darlin'?”