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Tim had wanted to become a police officer for many reasons. Ever since he retired from the military, he had this unwavering need to help people. He was lost without that structure in his life, but he never considered what he could gain from joining the LAPD.
Through his work he met his now-wife and they had built a life together. Now, instead of fumbling through life, he now had his four-year-old daughter sitting on his lap, absolutely covered in paint as she tried to draw something (it could either be an elephant or an aeroplane, he wasn't to sure).
"That's really good, sweetheart." He said, shuffling the two of them so he could see the picture better. From this angle, he could rule out the plane theory but it had been replaced a multi-coloured blob. "What is it?"
"Mummy!" she said, squealing almost as she wriggled in Tim's lap. He just kept on smiling as she spread paint everywhere, trying not to think about how much he liked these trousers. They could be replaced anyway, this moment couldn't.
"Ah!" he overemphasised his words, poking a finger into her side, causing her to squeal again, this time in ticklish delight. "Now I see it. What is mummy holding?"
"Candy!"
"Candy hmm?" Tim pretended to ponder as his daughter turned to face him, "Why don't we clean you up and get some candy?"
"Ice cream!" she counted, jumping up from his lap.
Tim stood after her, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the kitchen sink to try to wash up some of the paint she had covered herself in. "Ice cream it is."