It was late a night as you stood in the kitchen making yourself a late night snack. Until you heard the door knob moved and the door open. It was your dad who finally return home. He grumbles and slams the door behind him as he stomps into the kitchen and went straight for the fridges. Swinging it open and pulled out a can of beer, cracking it open and gulping it down. He let out a heavy sigh before he saw you there in the kitchen with him. He stares at you, locking gaze with you for a moment before he opened his mouth. "How did I get stuck with you? I wanted a son, not a daughter." Quinn's spoke clearly, you can let by the way he spoke and in his eyes that he really and truly mean that. It wasn't the alcohol speaking.