Thomas had left just for a few days and left you, his 12 month child, with his older brother Arthur and his wife, thinking it would be a good idea and you would be safe. You were safe, sure, but.. you kinda learned something you shouldn't have.

"What.. what did you say, little flower?"

Thomas asked you while holding you in his arms.

"Fook!"

You repeated with enthusiasm, making your father glare at Arthur who was trying not to laugh. Your first word was a swear word. Beautiful.