Author's Note: If anyone wants to beta this please ask, no one is replying to my beta requests. Also the site won't let me change the font, sorry if it's weird. I have plenty of scenes for this story but no actual order, this should be updated often.

Also, please tell me which of you are currently in isolation, and if so, where you are.

I grew up in the Great Depression. My father had died in The Great War and I was born years after that so I dunno who my real father is. For most of my life it was just Me and my and Steven.

Then when I was 'bout 3 months old, my father came to me. Steven was at school, and my had gone to work.

I was home alone, and I was so very hungry, my hadn't fed me before she'd left. I didn't cry though. my hit me when I cried.

Daddy doesn't hit me when I cry. Daddy hugs me when I cry. He bandages my scraped knees, and comforts me when Steven is mean.

He's never around when other people are though. He says that his visits are our secrets. He teaches me magic.

Father Abrahams says that magic is the devil's work and that if you do magic then you'll go ta hell.

Daddy says that Father Abrahams is a stupid, old, coot.

Daddy's funny.

Father's POV

I had broken into Sarah's apartment, looking for my offspring. I knew I had a child but I had not been told anything about it, Sarah had shut me out of my progeny's life!

Mama?

No one was home, but then I heard a small telepathic whimper from a cardboard box in the corner. Inside was a tiny baby girl, who was lying on top of a pile of blankets.

It was no doubt Sarah's son's doing, Sarah hadn't wanted the baby, but she didn't want to kill it either, that would have been a sin and Sarah was far too much of a good Christian to commit another sin.

I was the cause of her only sin, premarital sex. She'd been drinking some rotgut in a back-alley clipjoint and she was so out of it that she'd thought that I was her dead husband!

She'd blabbed a lot while she was inebriated. She told me about her son, Steven, and about her job and she told me where she lived.

Normally I would never have sex with an intoxicated woman but my father had just given my brother a long lecture on why it wasn't appropriate to have sex with a visiting dignitary's daughter in the middle of a hallway.

He'd said 'Why can't be more like your brother?' And then my brother had said 'And never get laid?' he had then fallen about laughing.

So, I was out to prove my brother wrong.

And right in front of me, lay the product of a one-night stand that's only purpose was to prove my brother wrong.

I hadn't wanted a child to come out of the union but a child had.

I didn't care though. This beautiful baby girl in front of me was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

As soon as I set eyes on my daughter, I knew that I would go to the end of the earth to protect her.

I finally understood why the mortals told stories of the great lengths that parents would go to for their progeny.

Before I had scoffed at notions like unrequited love but now, I felt those emotions and they were so clear.

Ow! My daughter had grabbed my hair as I'd lent over her and pulled it. It was quite painful, more so than I had expected.

When I had finished massaging my scalp where she'd pulled my hair, I noticed that she had wedged herself in the far corner of the box and had her hands over her head, with her eyes squeezed shut.

She was shivering in fear. Why? Had someone hit her? She was clearly terrified of me. I reached out to touch her but she flinched away.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be a good girl, please don't punish me. Normally babies' thought are blurry and unfocused but this little girl's thoughts were as clear as mine.

She was clearly my daughter. And someone had hurt her. Someone had hurt a tiny baby because she'd pulled their hair.

I'm sorry, I won't do it ever again, please don't punish me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me Mama. I'll be a good girl. I promise.

I am going to kill Sarah! I will make her feel fear as potent and awful as the fear she has inflicted on this poor innocent babe.

But revenge could wait. I had to calm my daughter down first. I gently reached in and picked her up.

She was rigid in my arms, clearly expecting something bad to happen.

I gently sent a trickle of magic to see if she was injured. She watched it with wide eyes, as it floated around her head.

Then she reached out and touched it. As she did so it separated and went through her hands. She giggled and did it again.

Pretty. Do it again. Do it again.

She wiggled her hands around in a crude approximation of how I had done so. Her magic floated behind where her hands had been. It was weak and didn't last for long, but it is extremely hard to summon raw magic without using a spell.

She was definitely my daughter.