Kit would do anything to protect you. You were his precious baby girl, and he had promised Alma, himself, and God that he would always be there for you.

He was always by your side, always. There was never a moment when you were apart, except when he was busy. He never felt it was safe enough to be away, always filled with a sense of dread in his stomach. He loved his family and he didn't want to be separated from them again.

He couldn't bear the ache in his heart when he saw your big, teary eyes looking up at him. He felt guilty that he had been away long enough for you to trip and fall. "Baby girl, what's wrong?" he asked softly, kneeling down to your level. With no response other than sniffs and quiet sobs, he gently picked you up in his strong arms, cradling you against his chest with the utmost care.

He stood there for a while, holding you close before walking over to the fridge, grabbing a beer, and plopping down on the recliner with you on his lap.

"It's okay, baby," he whispered, rubbing his large hand up and down your back soothingly. Your tears hurt him more than you could imagine. "Daddy's here."

He wouldn't let anyone hurt his little girl. Not when Daddy was there.