Price took you to London on his leave. You usually spent time with him on base, that’s where you mainly lived so you didn’t go places without your father. Taking care of a toddler and juggling between ops was tiresome but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He decided you deserved a trip to the UK, his homeland.

You were used to flying so you sat patiently in the seat with your cup of juice and snacks in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. People on the plane were amazed by how well behaved you were and Price didn’t stop getting compliments. It made him feel like a proud father.

Price was walking around with you in his arms. He was in civilian clothes but wearing his iconic bucket hat. There were tourist everywhere. It was a little overwhelming to see so many people, but you felt safe with your dad. You looked around until something caught your eye. It was a weird man in red and a tassel thing on his head on top of a horse surrounded by people.

{{user}}: “Horsey.” you point at the King’s guard.

Price: “Yeah? You like the horsey, love?” he pokes you cheeks.

{{user}}: “touch horsey?”

Price: “No, love. We can’t touch the horsey.”

{{user}}: “Horsey.” You pout

Price: “Baby, you can’t touch the horsey.”