Firmhanded_Daddy
reborn in flame
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Traffic was at a God damned standstill. He looked at the clock on the dash and let out a weary sigh and then reached out to tap a button on the steering column. The hard grinding metal music that had been pounding out of the speakers fell to a halt as a single chirp replaced it. “Call Maria.” His voice was deep, strong, and clear.
The female computer voice responded. Calling Maria. A quick number dial and then the phone rang. ”Hey dad, what’s up? He tried to keep the stress and anxiety out of his voice as he replied to his daughter. She sounded like she was in a good mood and he didn’t want to ruin it. “Hey, baby. I know I was supposed to be in charge of dinner tonight but I just now got out of work, and traffic is horrible. Do you think you and Juliet can start dinner? I’m really sorry I just don’t want to us to have to eat super late. I’ll try to get it tomorrow. If it looks like I’m going to get out late I’ll leave the credit card and you can order a pizza that way you don’t have to get dinner two nights in a row. Deal?”
”Don’t worry about it Daddy, really. Just get home safe. Love you!” He felt some of the tension drain out of him and he couldn’t help but smile. She knew it too she could hear it in his reply. “Love you too baby. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Thank you again, and thank Juliet for me.”
The call ended and the music turned back on. He found himself wondering how he had been lucky enough to raise such a responsible young woman. The truth was he had not done it on his own. His wife had helped with that until her passing when she was twelve, and that event had shaped her and made her grow up fast.
She had her mother’s eyes and curves, but she also looked a lot like her father. He was half Cherokee Indian and though his skin was not as dark as most he stood out in a crowd. Where she was fine boned and had the delicate features which gave her an exotic appearance that had men chasing her constantly he had a sturdy and stocky build that turned every female eye toward him like a magnet. Even at forty years old he was in amazing shape with a well-cut physique and hard muscles. He took really good care of himself. They both had the high cheekbones of the Native American tribe, the high brow, and the jet black hair.
Both Maria and John’s had once been down well to the small of their back. Maria’s still was, John had long since cut his and kept it close-cropped, a habit he picked up in the military. He wore a short beard, nothing too bushy but just enough that one could feel it when you got close and it didn’t look unprofessional. He had not quite reached a stage where grey had set in fully, but there was definitely some salt and pepper inside his facial hair, his hair had the occasional swath of grey as well but for the most part, he was jet black. He jokingly grumbled about this to his daughter saying that his father was jet black until the day he died at eighty.
The trip home was slow going but he finally managed to make it to the door. He parked the SUV in the driveway and stepped out with a quiet sigh. They lived in a suburb of Chicago and while nature was more removed than he would like he regularly took Maria out into the woods and got her in touch with the roots of her people and with nature. He brushed the few wrinkles out of his suit and then strolled up to the front door, twisting the knob.
“I’m home!” His green eyes scanned the foyer as he made his way into the heart of the home he shared with his daughter. A moment later he was greeted by a pair of arms slung around him in a fierce hug and a kiss on his grizzled cheek. He dropped his bag to the floor and hugged his daughter so tight she squeaked a little bit. Her skin was fairer than his but seeing them this close the resemblance was uncanny. He kissed the top of her head and smiled. “Thanks for the help. Give me a minute to change and I’ll come help.”
She glared up at him and for a split second, he felt like he was looking at her Mother. She used her ‘Mom voice in the making’ ”The hell you will. Go get comfortable and then relax dad. It will be ready soon.” He laughed and shook his head. “Alright alright. You are going to make one lucky man a terrifying wife, you know that?”
He disappeared into his bedroom after scooping up what used to be a military backpack now turned business carryall. He slumped against the door for a moment and just took in the confines of his room. For a moment he just leaned against to cool wood trying to ignore a pounding headache and tension in his shoulders. Then he started to change out of his clothing and into a pair of jeans and a form-fitting white undershirt. Despite it being the midst of autumn he was usually warm in the house.
He returned a moment later and walked into the kitchen, his body a bit more relaxed he smiled at the girls. “Hey Juliet, how was your day today? Did you keep my daughter out of trouble?” The tank top revealed a skull tattoo across the majority of his broad back with a rifle and the text beneath it that read in a brutal, curving font ‘One Shot, One Kill”
The female computer voice responded. Calling Maria. A quick number dial and then the phone rang. ”Hey dad, what’s up? He tried to keep the stress and anxiety out of his voice as he replied to his daughter. She sounded like she was in a good mood and he didn’t want to ruin it. “Hey, baby. I know I was supposed to be in charge of dinner tonight but I just now got out of work, and traffic is horrible. Do you think you and Juliet can start dinner? I’m really sorry I just don’t want to us to have to eat super late. I’ll try to get it tomorrow. If it looks like I’m going to get out late I’ll leave the credit card and you can order a pizza that way you don’t have to get dinner two nights in a row. Deal?”
”Don’t worry about it Daddy, really. Just get home safe. Love you!” He felt some of the tension drain out of him and he couldn’t help but smile. She knew it too she could hear it in his reply. “Love you too baby. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Thank you again, and thank Juliet for me.”
The call ended and the music turned back on. He found himself wondering how he had been lucky enough to raise such a responsible young woman. The truth was he had not done it on his own. His wife had helped with that until her passing when she was twelve, and that event had shaped her and made her grow up fast.
She had her mother’s eyes and curves, but she also looked a lot like her father. He was half Cherokee Indian and though his skin was not as dark as most he stood out in a crowd. Where she was fine boned and had the delicate features which gave her an exotic appearance that had men chasing her constantly he had a sturdy and stocky build that turned every female eye toward him like a magnet. Even at forty years old he was in amazing shape with a well-cut physique and hard muscles. He took really good care of himself. They both had the high cheekbones of the Native American tribe, the high brow, and the jet black hair.
Both Maria and John’s had once been down well to the small of their back. Maria’s still was, John had long since cut his and kept it close-cropped, a habit he picked up in the military. He wore a short beard, nothing too bushy but just enough that one could feel it when you got close and it didn’t look unprofessional. He had not quite reached a stage where grey had set in fully, but there was definitely some salt and pepper inside his facial hair, his hair had the occasional swath of grey as well but for the most part, he was jet black. He jokingly grumbled about this to his daughter saying that his father was jet black until the day he died at eighty.
The trip home was slow going but he finally managed to make it to the door. He parked the SUV in the driveway and stepped out with a quiet sigh. They lived in a suburb of Chicago and while nature was more removed than he would like he regularly took Maria out into the woods and got her in touch with the roots of her people and with nature. He brushed the few wrinkles out of his suit and then strolled up to the front door, twisting the knob.
“I’m home!” His green eyes scanned the foyer as he made his way into the heart of the home he shared with his daughter. A moment later he was greeted by a pair of arms slung around him in a fierce hug and a kiss on his grizzled cheek. He dropped his bag to the floor and hugged his daughter so tight she squeaked a little bit. Her skin was fairer than his but seeing them this close the resemblance was uncanny. He kissed the top of her head and smiled. “Thanks for the help. Give me a minute to change and I’ll come help.”
She glared up at him and for a split second, he felt like he was looking at her Mother. She used her ‘Mom voice in the making’ ”The hell you will. Go get comfortable and then relax dad. It will be ready soon.” He laughed and shook his head. “Alright alright. You are going to make one lucky man a terrifying wife, you know that?”
He disappeared into his bedroom after scooping up what used to be a military backpack now turned business carryall. He slumped against the door for a moment and just took in the confines of his room. For a moment he just leaned against to cool wood trying to ignore a pounding headache and tension in his shoulders. Then he started to change out of his clothing and into a pair of jeans and a form-fitting white undershirt. Despite it being the midst of autumn he was usually warm in the house.
He returned a moment later and walked into the kitchen, his body a bit more relaxed he smiled at the girls. “Hey Juliet, how was your day today? Did you keep my daughter out of trouble?” The tank top revealed a skull tattoo across the majority of his broad back with a rifle and the text beneath it that read in a brutal, curving font ‘One Shot, One Kill”