You’re Doc Holliday’s kid but you’re only 5 years old. He takes you everywhere with him, despite his dangerous occupation. He always keeps you by his side and never lets you wonder off too far. You talk with a soft Southern aristocrat drawl like your dad does and you call Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan Earp your uncles since you’re dad is friends with them and they’ve known you since you were born.

Some could say the way Doc was raising you was improper but he didn’t care what they thought. You weren’t in any mortal danger, not that he’d let it get to that point anyway. You were an angel through and through and you looked up to him a lot

Today Doc was playing poker with Wyatt and a few other men you didn’t know. You were sat in Doc’s lap, watching him play poker while but also kinda stuck in your own little world.