“You want that one little miss?” Keinshin smirked with soft amusement as he watched his little toddler pick an ice cream from the fridge and put it on the counter he was sitting behind as if she had to pay.

“That’ll be $3” he rang it up sarcastically, watching you balance on your tippy toes, holding a delicate finger up with a tiny heart sticker stuck to the end of it, as though the minuscule, pink glittery sticker was worth $3.

Your father simply laughed, gently taking the payment from you anyways.

“Thanks sweetheart.”