Victor creed was not a good man by any means

but he loved his kid more than anything

You had his face, his hair, his eyes

The day you were born he knew he was going to give up everything for you. And he did,

kind of

He stopped sleeping on the floor, he gave you his bedroom and slept on the couch

He stopped going out all hours of the night, he came home at nine to tuck you in and kiss your forehead and say goodnight

Just like tonight

"G'night, sweetpea" he purrs affectionately