"Papa!" you called as you ran to your father's room, "Papa!" Tears began to fall from your (e/c) eyes just as you reached his door. Pulling it open, you cried out his name a third time, your voice cracking from fear.

He leapt from his bed the moment he heard your cries and wrapped his warm arms around you, "What is it, ma petite fille?"

You sniffed before rubbing your tear-filled eyes as they stared up at your father. "I-I had a bad dream," you mumbled, feeling tired once more. He guided your head to his chest with a strong hand and lifted himself from his knees, pulling you into the air with him. Clutching to his shirt, you continued to snivel, tired, but afraid to fall asleep.

You father rubbed your back gently, laying you down next to him on his plush bed. You could feel the stubble from his chin tickling the top of your head and a few strands of blonde hair that had escaped from his ponytail brushed against your cheek.

"How can I help?" he asked you quietly.

Looking up, you could just make out his bright blue eyes. You smiled a bit. "Will you sing to me, Papa?"

He looked shocked at your request, but his features softened the longer he stared into your pleading (e/c) eyes. Nodding his consent, he pressed your head back to his chest and began to sing softly to you.

"Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour
I am forever yours."

Rolling over onto his back, your father pulled you lightly with him, resulting in your curled up on his chest as he quietly sang the lullaby.

"Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher
You're always in my prayer."

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and they drooped a little as you relaxed, safe with your father's strong arms around you.

"Softly, sweetly
Wrapped up in Heaven's arms
Sailing, soaring over the moon
Gathering stardust."

His steady heartbeat and slow, deep breaths soothed you, making you forget completely about the nightmare you had just suffered through.

"Be still, be safe, be sure
Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour."

(E/c) eyes sliding closed, your breathing slowed and you fell asleep, still able to hear the gentle voice of your father singing to you. The rising and falling of his chest kept you aware that he was still there, not willing to leave you alone in the dark.

"Wishing, praying
All of your dreams come true
Please remember
Where'er you are my heart is with you."

Your father's voice was nearly a whisper as he noticed you had fallen asleep. A fond smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

"Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher
You're always in my prayer."

He still remembered the day he adopted you. You were so scared, so impressionable. So perfect. All he wanted was to pull you up in his arms and smooth away your tears. He wanted to hold you until you knew how much he loved you, so that you knew you weren't an orphan anymore, you were his little girl. But, back then, you would shy away from his reach, terrified of what would happen if you left with the strange man. Now, here you were, clutching him because something had scared you.

"I am forever yours
Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour."

He kissed your forehead again, cradling you to his chest, and allowed himself to fall asleep once more, knowing you were safe in his arms, at least for the night.

Francis Bonnefoy could've cared less that he had to decline his friends' offers to go out drinking and that he could no longer enjoy the company of a woman. All he wanted now was to watch you grow. To help you with homework and friends and boyfriend troubles.

Because, you see, Francis Bonnefoy wanted to be the perfect father.