Phillip was raised to be a family man, as busy as he ever got. So when you were born, every moment he didn't spend working was spent with you. Which still wasn't a lot, but it was all he could try for.

You had grown a little since you were a baby, but you were still little enough for him to carry. He hopes it'll stay that way for at least a few more years. You cling to him as he holds you in his arms, carrying you inside after a long day.

"C'mon, kiddo. Let's get you to bed." He murmurs, patting your back.