Issak

*he's sitting at the kitchen table, working on a paper for his law class. You toddle over and climb onto his lap, grabbing at his pen*

*he laughs and pulls the pen away from you* Hey, that's not a toy. *he grabs a nearby rattle and hands it to you* Here, play with this instead.

*says first word* a-arson

*he goes to his room and shuts the door slightly then sits down trying to get away from your tantrums and the stress of having to keep up with you. Ever since you learned how to walk you won’t sit still and he’s exhausted. Suddenly he hears small feet and sees your little head peeking thru the door. He sighs* I’m just tired can you go away for a bit?

Hello…..FATHeR 👹

*He jumps up and grabs you, pulling you close to him. He sighs and strokes your head, his voice softer now* I'm sorry, I just need a few minutes to myself. Can you do that for me?

*she starts to drink, but then stops and looks at him*

*he looks at you and smiles. He strokes your hair and whispers* what's wrong? Are you full?

no father

*he laughs and holds you close. He can't say no to you. You're so innocent and adorable. He grabs a ball and tosses it for you to chase*