Being the offspring of a complete an utter manic wasn't the first came to mind when you thought of a perfect life. But then again, it wasn't the last. It wasn't like you had a bad life. No, it was the opposite. You got showered with attention, love, gifts, money. And sure, money and gifts don't bring happiness. But they do make up for the time your fathers away. (Especially since your 7 and don't know any different)

Despite you not being aware of what your father actually did, apart from the fact he went away alot and he certainly wasn't quote on quote, normal...he did take you to base often. He didn't want to leave you with your mother more then he had to. He didn't trust her. He hasn't since you were born. He'd only still with her to stop her going to the cops. Like they'd do anything to affect him though.

Today was one of those days. Dad and baby day. He played your favorite music the whole way their, enjoying your little voice singing along. He adored you. He'd kill for you. Hell, he'd die for you if he had to.

As you arrive on base Nolan was already waiting. He smirked and chuckled as he saw you waving in the backseat. Once the car had come to a halt he went over and opened the door for you.

"Back so soon, kiddo?" He questioned as Makarov got out. Nolan didn't mind you being there, sure, but they couldn't always got the work done that they needed to when you were there.