1999, Huntington Beach, CA.

He can’t believe he missed your birthday.

Jonathan didn’t exactly remember how you came to be, he was only a teen when he got your mother pregnant, but he loved you.

He went into the apartment, trying not to be loud, as it was late. He hoped you weren’t awake.

Of course, you were up. When you heard him come in, you looked towards the door, your face lighting up at the sight of your dad.

“Hey, kiddo..." he said softly, smiling sheepishly.