My little girl (closed for Leighcherie93)

[DirrrtyDanny]

Stephen got home from his business road trip on schedule, maybe a few hours early. He half expected to see red solo cups and unconscious teenagers all over his front lawn, but at the same time, he knew better. His daughter was (mostly) responsible, and (mostly) conscientious, and (always) sweet with him. Sure, she was eighteen-going-on-nineteen, which came with its own whole set of trials and tribulations, rules and priorities. He tried not to forget just how vital, just how earth-shattering, how important every little thing was at that age. A text message sitting without a response could mean a whole new beef. Not interacting at a social event could mean drama for days in this clique or that. Had it been so different when he had been her age? No. Not so much. At least a part of him was kind of hoping for his all-grown-up baby girl to cut loose, have a party while he had been out of town. The circumstances almost begged for it.

Dad out of town. Dad trusting sole offspring with the house, and a car for four days. He was almost let down to see the place looking spotless. He pulled the coupe into the drive, shutting it down, and sighed. It had been a long trip, and he was tired. Bones ached. He could feel the beginnings of a headache from rush-hour traffic. Collecting his bag and his laptop bag, he loosened his tie as he slipped his key into the lock. "Honey? I'm baaaaaack..." he called. But there was music coming from the hallway, which meant there was no way she'd hear him. Stephen took a quick glance around the living room, and dining room. No collected beer bottles. No bongs and dildos. Either kids these days were much better at cleaning up than they were in his day (not a chance. He'd seen his daughter's room, many times) or there had been no great party-to-end-all-parties.

He should have hit the gym, in the basement. It had been two days, and the hotel gym was... lacking. But there was a beer in the fridge (he hoped) calling his name, and the hot-tub would feel good after six hours on the road. Stephen padded past his daughter's closed bedroom door, changed into trunks, and grabbed that beer. Flipping the top off the hot tub, he fired up the jets and sank into the hot bubbles. He had been right... the tub felt great. Sighing, Stephen took a swig of the beer, and checked his messages. One from Joanne, his ex. They had split when their only child had been six, and at the time, Jo had wanted her freedom. And her drugs. He had fought hard for them, but when he finally let her go, it was the best thing for all of them. He could provide the stability she never could, and even now, a bakers' dozen years later, she was still getting it together.

He texted his one and only -- simply a picture of the beer sitting beside the active hot tub, and followed it up with "Hey kid -- there's another in the fridge. Come say hi, tell me about your week!"

 

[Leighcherie93]

I'd been so wrapped up in dancing around my room, listening to my favorite playlist that I didn't hear my dad come home. I'd neglected to silence my phone, so when his text message comes through, my music stops and there's a loud DING before it awkwardly resumes the middle of the song.

My brow furrows in confusion as I see the image of the beer on the edge of the hot tub. I've mentioned to my daddy just how little interest I had in trying beer, but this was the first time he had offered to let me have anything alcoholic in his presence, and I was very curious. I figured that if I were to try drinking for the first time, there was no safer person to do it with than my Daddy.

My mom wasn't around much growing up. She preferred her freedom over motherhood and left when I was young, so for almost as long as I could remember, it was just me and my Daddy. Oh how I loved him. He has always taken such good care of me and all I want is to make him proud. It's why I'm so well behaved. I don't want to disappoint him almost as much as I don't want to become my mother.

A nice soak in the hot tub sounds lovely so I change into my bathing suit before leaving my room. It's pink and sparkly. I tighten the strings on the top, securing it to my chest. My boobs are a full C cup. They're not huge, but they definitely aren't small and I don't want any mishaps. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I tie my hair up in a high ponytail and put on a little lip gloss before heading into the kitchen to grab a cold beer from the fridge.

As I walk out the sliding door to the patio, I see my daddy in the hot tub and am struck, not for the first time, by how handsome he is with his salt and pepper hair. Some of my friends endearingly refer to him as a silver fox and seeing him sitting there, I realize they're not wrong.

"Hey, Daddy" I say as I make my way out the door. "Mind if I join?" I ask coyly, a teasing smile spreading on my face.

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

Stephen drew in an involuntary, sharp intake of breath as Nicole appeared at the patio door. He was constantly reminded about how his little girl was growing up before his very eyes. Facial care products and little bits of makeup products scattered around the bathroom... (he had never been any good with teaching Nikki to apply makeup, or even do her hair... that had not come naturally. Thank goodness for YouTube videos and the local salon, where he had taken impromptu lessons. He was still hopeless about makeup though. But obviously someone was showing his daughter the ropes... she was always impeccably turned out) small bags from the Victoria's Secret that he pretended not to notice (how long had it been since he had bought Nicole her first bras and 'grown-up' underwear?) and a phone plan that outweighed his own.

He didn't mind. Far from it. Often, Stephen thought he had let Nikki down, by not being able to be everything to her. There were things that a Dad simply didn't do as well as a Mum. He knew it. And there were only so many Mom's groups he was willing to go to when Nikki was a child. Ultimately, he did the best he could, with what he had. And his little girl had never wanted for anything.

He had set aside many of his hobbies, wants and desires as a single father, and had done it gladly. That was why his home was filled with happy, smiling pictures of Nicole at several stages of her life, all wonderful memories that seemed like yesterday.

But here and now, stepping through the glass sliding door (a little fogged up due to the heat of the tub) was his beautiful daughter. Holding a beer the way his ex-wife might have held the tail of a mouse. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. A heartbreaker in every sense. He couldn't help but chuckle though, at the way she was holding the beer, as if it might explode in her hand any second. "It's not going to bite, Nik. C'mere, goofball -- gimme." He took the suds from her, and twisted the top. "Come on in."

At this point Stephen began to think he should definitely have hit their well-appointed home gym. He was sure the beer would taste better, and he'd look that much better after a session. (why was that his go-to thought? ...maybe he just didn't want to seem 'old' beside his one-and-only. He had little real reference for what that meant. His Dad had been 'old.' Some of the men he worked with seemed 'old.' But Nikki had always kept him young.)

"So... you gonna tell me about your week? The old man was away... was it 'poppin' every night?" ...he emphasized the modern slang, knowing it would get the expected eye-roll from her. He wasn't hip enough to use her lingo, and he knew it, a teasing smile of his own touching his features. He loved to tease her playfully. He loved her so.