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@croftborn -> ❝ it's not exactly a card, but lina made a list of all the dads she wanted to play with today and you made the top five. ❞ lara's barely got a hold on the scruff of her two year old before she dashes into chris' apartment, and lara calls after her in frustrated portuguese before sweeping the hair out of her own face and adjusting her strapped six-month old son to her chest, ❝ i'd get after her before she destroys the place. she takes a little bit after me. but first, i went all out for this one. ❞ lara holds up the bag of greasy goodies and flashes chris a broad grin. ❝ babies and burgers. how about it, redfield ? ❞

Chris didn't care for father's day, and it wasn't even the usual reason others disliked the holiday, the pain of losing his own father had long since faded to an almost numbness. He'd miss the man forever, but the pain of losing him was gone, only returning during moments of during drunken stupors or hard-hitting nightmares. No, he hated the holiday out of pure bitterness of his own life, a life he thought would have turned out so different by now. He thought he'd be a father by now, with a husband, and kids and a family of his own by now and yet he woke up alone with a heart that ached for the what-ifs of the world.

In his eyes, he lost his chance, his chance for happiness and a domestic life he could adore was left in the bottom of the ocean along with his heart, a part of him that he never thought he'd lose and yet it was iced over, keeping him from warming up to whatever body he had beside him. It was why he woke up disgruntled, his plans of sleeping the day away shattered as the knocking on his apartment door brought him out of his dream of hazel eyes and cowlicked hair. His gait awkward as he crosses the floorplan of his home, his stormy eyes immediately soften at the sight of Lara and her children in the doorway.