Redhawk Caldera maybe you're just an asshole that couldn't sweet talk the princess

Sorana.

She was so small, like the others had been - smaller, maybe, given Teya's petite size that was likely passed down. It was hard to tell if she'd inherited the ginger of her mother's coat or Reyes' darkness, the reds and the blacks, but he liked the idea of her in red...

She's perfect, the man murmured. There was guilt to his voice beneath the love that lingered there, and he could not meet Teya's gaze; he felt her eyes upon him and breathed a tense exhalation through his nose. Teya -- he didn't know what to say and was tongue-tied by a flurry of emotion.

I'm sorry was not a phrase Reyes was ready to voice. He should have said it. He should have been more available to Teya during her pregnancy, and he knew that. Even if it had been an accident — Sorana, she was a fresh start. She was Reyes' future.

Are we... going to be okay? As if his daughter were a magic eight ball with all the answers.