Holland tries his absolute best not to speed down the streets as he drives urgently.

“M’sorry I was late, Jellybean.” He looked into the rear view mirror at you in your tiny, little car seat.

Your big adorable eyes looked back at him, filling him with guilt. He had been thirty minutes late picking you up from school today. He’s been doing it more often recently.

You had a school soccer game at 5:00 and he hadn’t gotten you changed into your uniform yet, hell, he wasn’t even on his way to the venue yet! He had a few work things he needed to get done first.

“I have to stop at this building for a quick minute and I’ll be back so we can get ready for the game alright, jellybean?” He parked the car and got out. “Stay in here, understand?” He locked the door before closing it.

The “quick second” turned into twenty minutes and you were already missing the game.*