"Daddy!" Braelynn giggled as he chased her around the apartment in her birthday suit.

"Braelynn! Come on it's bed time! Please put your pyjamas on!" He whined, trying to catch the slippery toddler.

"Cwatch me! Cwatch me!"

He finally did catch up with her, tickling her as he did for punishment. She squealed happily and he chuckled.

Later on, with a sleeping little body spread across his chest, he idly stroked her hair.

Often, he wondered how his parents gave him up.

He tried not to be bitter, he really did. He understood accidents happened, and his mother may have been taken against her will; or she may have died while giving birth. There were so many possibilities.

He did try. He tried so hard.

But looking at his sleeping daughter, he could never imagine a world where she didn't exist with him, dunking her scrambled eggs in his coffee or trying to smuggle ducks from the park.