Aphmau X Child! Reader

Chapter 12

A/N: Y'know..I think we've gotten off track. Lets get back to the relationship that matters in this story :)
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"Okay..Last little bit and we can get into your Psyche evaluation."

"Psyche? That's a fancy way of sayin' you're gonna check if I'm crazy or not, ay?" Papa Wolf smiled lazily, earning an eyeroll from the doctor. "Yup. That's exactly it. Your daughter cooperated, can't you do the same?"

Papa Wolfs tail wagged at the words. His smile was so big, it reached his eyes for once in his life, crows feet appearing in the corners.

..Daughter..
His daughter.
Flesh and blood.
Kid.
Spawn.
Child.
Kin.
Family.
Daughter.

He has a freakin' daughter. And he loved her to death.

"Of course I can!" He said all too cheerfully, making Cassandra smile some.

"Alright then. Glad to see you so chipper. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Some may be comfortable, others not so comfortable. But all I ask is that you answer as truthfully as you can. Everything you say to me will remain confidential an--"

"Just get on with it Cass. Y'know everything about me is basically on the internet. Privacy isn't a luxery I get to have," He said almost wistfully, looking off into the distance past Cassandras shoulder. He rested his hand on his palm with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Tell anyone you want."

Cassandra frowned. His mood changed so rapidly compared to five seconds ago when they were talking about his daughter. These questions will be important then.

"Okay," Cassandra began, "Can you tell me about your typical day-from morning to night?"

"Mm..well, I wake up. Make sure my daughter is on my chest. Try and make er' hair look neat. I like putting it in buns when her hair allows me to. Eat. Make sure my daughter eats. Uhhhh...Oh. I screw with big man Aurther for a little while..Hahahahaha! Haaaah..That's fun. Do some physical therapy with you. Watch you help with my daughters physical therapy. Eat again. Talk to my daughter. Sit around. Take a nap. Watch my daughter. Eat s'more. Then I go to bed...Ah, but I don't sleep til' my girls asleep."

"..Okay.." Cassandra murmured, writing something in a dark blue notebook. Papa Wolf tilted his head, tail swishing from side to side. "No comment?"

"We got more questions to get threw. 14, to be exact. Besides, I'm very self aware what you do in a day. This is mainly to see if I can sense anything off in your routine."

"Off?" Papa Wolf squinted. Cassandra ignored him and moved onto the next question.

"How have you been feeling emotionally over the past two weeks?"

"Decent." "..I need a more detailed answer, 'Papa Wolf'..." "C'mon, Cass," Papa Walk tsked, "What answer are you looking for? I can't jus'--pinpoint an emotion and feel it. There's nothing to feel."

"Nothing to feel? Alright...Do you often feel overwhelmed or stressed? What do you usually do to cope?"

"I don't have time to be stressed." Cassandra raised a brow. Papa Wolf scoffed silently, "...But if I did..I'd just look at her," He shrugged, eyeing where the little wolf sat, coloring and drawing something happily, "When I do. I feel a bit better."

"Hm," Cassandra hummed, "Have you experienced any major life changes recently?"

"I have a kid now. And I'm locked in this saftey bunker with a guy who'll kill me when I step outta line and an old friend who stares at me like a ghost," He gave a toothy grin, "What do you think?"