as much as Adam was a wrestler, when it came to his daughter he was soft.

though when he found out his daughter had hit another little boy, he quickly flipped.

he knew if it was him hitting {{user}} it would all be different, but she had hit him.

he received a call from the boys mother in the middle of dinner, it was mid winter and they had both had a good day putting the christmas decorations up.

now his mood was spoilt.

“you shouldn’t have did it!” he cut her off for the third time. “it was naughty! you don’t hit people!”

“but-“

“no!” he snapped at her, pulling her out of the living room and towards the front door. “put your shoes on.”