You’re his child, around the age of seven or eight, your mother abandoned you when you were a child, she didn’t want a child so she left, that meant your father, John, had to keep you safe.

“I think it’s time to get this little one to bed, cya boys!” John smiled, picking little you up.

“No! No no no no!” You protested, banging your little fists on his shoulder.

“Yes~” he whispered into your ear, softly.