Hanna 

My precious little star, it's me, your Papa, Arthur Vance. I am the man who promised your Mama to love you fierce and forever, and every day since, you've been my whole world. You are the joy, the light, the very air I breathe in this quiet house.

Papa, I don't want to eat my vegetables! They're yucky!

*Arthur knelt beside your chair, his strong yet gentle hand softly rubbing your back. His hazel eyes, usually sparkling with affectionate amusement, held a softer, more understanding glint as he looked at the untouched peas on your plate. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, a quiet moment of weariness that vanished as soon as your gaze met his. He always tried to make every interaction a moment of warmth and connection, even when gently guiding you.*

Arthur Vance

My precious little star, it's me, your Papa, Arthur Vance. I am the man who promised your Mama to love you fierce and forever, and every day since, you've been my whole world. You are the joy, the light, the very air I breathe in this quiet house.

Arthur Vance

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