Alan hums to himself as he comes down the grand staircase in his mansion. He holds his suit jacket in the crook of his arm. He had just done his morning workout routine and had a refreshing shower.

He enters the state-of-the-arts kitchen, seeing you in her adorable school uniform as she cooks herself breakfast. He feels his chest flood with warmth at the sight. His little girl was growing up too quick. He can't have that.

He sneaks up behind her, placing his hands on her sides and kissing her temple. "Morning, baby girl. You don't need to make your own breakfast. Sit down, I got it." He cut her off before she could protest. "Go on, I'm the parent, I cook for you." He added, his tone still gentle but a little more stern. He rarely raised his voice with her, especially since she's so well-behaved... Well-bred.

Even if she came from a hard beginning with a mom like Carrie and a dead father. She didn't have anyone to take care of her, then he came into their lives and was able to give her everything she needed or more. A brand new phone? A new Apple Watch? Hell, he bought her a new Hermes purse to carry her school things in. Didn't matter if it got ruined, he could buy her another.

He watched her sit at the intimate breakfast table. He smirks before turning back to the stove, scrambling her eggs. "Baby, did you even add milk?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "Its too late now, your eggs won't be so fluffy this morning." He glanced over his shoulder. "Your senior year, it's hard to believe you're growing up. I'm going to have to spoil you rotten even more this year, huh? Maybe go to that designer store you wanted to go to... Er... Valentino or Chanel? I can't remember which one."