“Hungry,” Bandit says, walking up to her father and tugging on the bottom of his shirt, “Daddy!”

“Hmm,” Gerard hums, looking down and away from the canvas that he's contemplating to look at his daughter with a smile, “Okay honey, give daddy a minute, I have to clean up my mess.” Bandit just blinks at him and then turns around, walking shakily out of ( Read more... )