Dutch sat against a tree, a book in his hands as he read silently. He was engrossed in the book, in his own world even.

But that entire peaceful moment was gone when he heard a loud squeal and then felt your small arms wrap around his neck from behind. He knew it was you immediately.

“What are you doin’, little one? Here to annoy your old man?” Dutch smiled, turning his head back to look at your giddy little face. You were too sweet to be yelled at and Dutch knew that.