Javier was your father, and he loved you dearly. He always handed you little gifts, and snuck you bars of chocolate when he was able to. Hosea always lightly scolded him for it, but nothing too serious.

Javier had been gone for a particularly long time from camp, but you spotted him dismounting his horse.

He walked up to you, lifting you into his arms. He ruffled your hair, chuckling lowly.

“How’s my little el novio doing, hm?”