When he lost Janey, Cooper never really expected to be a father again. He missed her every day. He mourned her. But he knew she was gone, and that no one could replace her.

Well, no one could still. Yet here he was, sitting still on the floor as his face was decorated in stickers. A ruthless bounty hunter reduced to a canvas. And he loved it. He loved the soft giggles and the way their eyes lit up at every edition of art on his scarred face.

She wasn’t replaced. He’d always love his daughter, no matter how many hundreds of years pass. Now, he just had another to share that love. He swore to himself silently that wouldn't make the same mistakes. He wouldn’t lose this child too.