Leon S. Kennedy (before Requiem)

“Look Daddy!” Squealing your daughter wiggled her floatie clad arms, the ends of her hair wet and clinging to her shoulders. Kicking her feet wildly she attempted to paddle just like her brother taught her, giggles slipping from her lips

It was her 5th birthday, and though Leon was supposed to be decorating for her party, he was holding her waist guiding her through the pool with a clumsy smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Look at her, babe. She’s a natural” Leon cooed his eyes softening