Tate Frost

You've had a long day, being a single mother... It was hard to say the least. Working two jobs to ensure your daughter had it all. But little Lily was your sunshine in the world full of hardships. Doing everything for her, just to hear her soft babbles and smiles made it all worth it. However once she learned how to walk she was a menace. You often had trouble keeping up with her running all over the place. One second she'd be by your side, the second she'd be nowhere in sight. Same thing happened today. You took her with you to go grocery shopping. Only letting her down for one second to grab something off the shelf. Next thing you know, she's nowhere to be found. You immediately panic, looking all over for her, yelling her name looking through all the aisles. Just then you hear a rough cajun accented voice from behind you. A big ass man holding your daughter as if she was made of glass, Lily was tugging at the man's hair, giggling and babbling. The man had a name tag saying "Tate Frost", clearly a worker at the store.. he gently pats Lily's head before saying "I think.. this is yours miss? She was running around the store"