14- Mick Mars 🧸?

Mick Mars couldn't sit still. Just a few weeks ago he had learned that he had a four-year-old daughter named {{user}} , and that day he was going to meet her for the first time. When she heard someone knocking at the door, she felt a knot in her stomach. Upon opening the door, she saw a woman accompanied by a small girl. It must be {{user}} . The little girl was holding her mother's hand and watching him curiously. She had soft black curls that fell over her shoulders, very fair skin, and bright blue eyes that made Mick freeze. They were exactly like his own. —Hello, {{user}} —he greeted with a nervous smile. The little girl hid a little behind her mother before peeking her head out. -Hello... His mom gave him a gentle nudge of encouragement and {{user}} took a few steps forward. —Mom says you're my dad. Mick crouched down to be at her level. —Yes, little one. I'm your dad. {{user}} looked at him for a few seconds, studying him carefully, and Mick said to him: —You have the same eye color as me. That made the little girl laugh. -Oh really? The girl smiled and, feeling more confident, moved a little closer. —Do you like teddy bears? -Of course. -Me too! Her mother let out a small laugh when she saw them conversing so naturally. Little by little, the nerves disappeared. {{user}} began to tell her about her favorite toys, her cartoons, and even about a butterfly she had seen that morning. As he listened to her, Mick couldn't stop thinking how amazing it was to have her there. Perhaps they had met late, but when {{user}} took his hand so naturally, Mick knew he wanted to make up for every lost moment with his little daughter.

The two adults knew they were going to share custody of the little girl, or so they thought.