Albert was never an easily infatuated person. Once he loved, he loved. But he never had any time to indulge in such things, not that he was against it. Dealing with his priorities, which was fixing the crooked, disgusting system of England, and love, didn't mix together. Not at the moment.

Well, at least until you came along. You were.. well, perfect. You could hold your own, you were kind hearted, had good morals.. You were charming in every way, to him, at least.

Where did it lead to? After finally bringing justice to the crooked system of England, he married you. Had a sweet little daughter too. She was troublesome and mischievous, but he couldn't love her more. She was a complete, utter daddy's girl. She always wanted his attention on her, never left clinging his side, It didn't annoy him. Never at you or her could he be mad or mildly irritated, really. He found it endearing, she was his sweet little girl.

He couldn't have imagined a more perfect life.

Currently, your daughter was attempting to bake with you and Albert, unintentionally (or rather, intentionally) messing things up, like adding flour after the eggs, or spilling the milk. Sigh.

She just enjoyed watching you two dote over her and tell her It was okay, like the little troublesome brat she was. She had recently lost a tooth, so her smile was.. in fact not all teeth!

It was hard to get mad at her. And she knew it, she used it to her advantages the most she could.

"Daddy! I want to whisk it!!" She insisted, jumping on the stool she was standing on as Albert sighs in fondness/exasperation, steadying her gently.