Guardian: Fujin and Child Reader (Mortal Kombat)

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Flower Petals

You can sense something is wrong with your father. He still acts like his optimistic self when he is around you, but you can see his facade slip from time to time.
Getting up rather early, you think of a plan in the kitchen, writing a list down of everything Fujin likes.
This is what you have so far:

Stuff Papa likes:
Books
Reading
Drinking tea
Meditating
Reading stories to you
Cuddles
Hugs
Taking walks

You pause, feeling stumped, toying with the crayon in your fingers. Maybe you can find more ideas in your dad's room. Knowing you can't make too much noise, you exit the kitchen and sneak into his room.
Fujin is still asleep, holding your stuffed bear close, almost like he's cradling you...

Carefully looking around, you find a small leather book resting on his bedside table and quickly take it. Figuring your mission is a success, you go back to the kitchen, then open the book. Fujin's handwriting is somewhat hard to read for you, since it is in cursive, but you can kind of decipher it.

You flip to a random page, hoping to get clues. Scanning the text, you just end up more confused. "What's an...em-br-yo?" You murmur, having never heard that word before. 'My baby is dead,' you read, feeling fear hit you in the stomach with its cold dread.

Dead? What was your dad writing about? Might as well ask him, right? You rush back to Fujin's room with the journal, then set the book back in its right place.
"Dad," you whisper, poking him on the shoulder.
He groans a little, stirring awake. "What are you doing up so early, baby?" He yawns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I wanted to cheer you up. Papa, what's an em-br-yo?"
Fujin looks concerned. "Where did you learn that word?" He asks. You point to the journal. Fujin snaps awake now, and you're surprised to see tears flood his eyes. "Papa?"
"I...(Y/n), you weren't supposed to see that, not now," his voice wavers.

"Why not?" You ask innocently. He simply pulls you into a tight hug, curling up on his side as if to protect you. His fingers go through your hair gently. "(Y/n), you would have had a sibling, but something bad happened. Something I can't say right now, but know that I won't let that happen to you. Not now, not ever." He sniffs, not letting you go. "Sorry if I upset you," you say, feeling bad.
"No, no, baby..." Fujin whispers, then kisses your forehead. "This isn't your fault. I'll be okay."

"Can I do anything to help?" You ask.
"Just...keep being yourself, (Y/n). Do what you think will make me happy."
"I can still do the play, if you want. But I'll change it. I know you like fantasy, I can make Hanzo dress up like a dragon."
Fujin chuckles. "That, I would like to see."
You smile. "I can go work on the script."
"Go ahead, (Y/n)." He lets you go and you climb out of bed, then rush down the hall.

Fujin smiles sadly, then picks up the journal and a pen. He begins to write a note to you, for when you're older.