Oh how you despised those daddy issues. How you hated needing male validation to make you feel proud of yourself. How you hated that feeling you got while around your Captain.

But, oh, who could blame your poor heart? John was so sweet and kind to you, so tender.

You stand in the kitchen, making some tea and coffee early in the morning for your team, unaware of your captain who wraps his hands around your abdomen.

“Hey there lil’ lamb, how are ya?”