"She's not your daughter." [closed]

Dexter chuckled as his daughter confirmed that she wanted him alive and well. He knew she loved to joke and tease him, just like he did with her. It was also something that helped to strengthen their bond so much. He loved being able to joke around with his daughter, yet also have those serious moments.

When she hugged his hand to her chest, he felt warmth from it. She had always done that when she was happy and holding his hand. It showed how strong their connection was, as well as showing how comfortable she was with him. He loved that feeling. He laughed at the memory. "She was mad. Unfortunately it wasn't my fault. You've always gotten dizzy on those kinds of rides. A full stomach just lead to the inevitable," he said, squeezing her hand lightly.

"You pick a spot. I'll easily see you with our sodas, as you're the most beautiful girl here!" he said, smiling at the compliment. He smiled as he went to go get their sodas, a Dr. Pepper for him and a Coke for her. She did love her classics. He smiled at that thought before turning around.

He saw a few guys trying to talk to his daughter. He immediately went into father mode as he saw how uncomfortable she was. He walked over at a brisk pace. He stopped behind the kids, listening.

"Come on, don't say no. Why not go on a ride?" one of the boys said. He saw that his daughter wanted to say no before she saw him. He winked at her, smiling. He suddenly put a scowl on his face and stepped up to his full height.

"Excuse me, but you need to leave my daughter alone. I'd rather not get arrested for hitting children, but if you continue to act like that and not leave her alone, I'll be forced to remove you from her presence," Dexter said calmly, yet his voice dripped with threat.

He saw the boys turn around, and then see his size, before stuttering over an apology and taking off. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it!" he said, noticing his daughter's smile.
 
"Awe, Dad." Nylah blushed and tucked her chin down to her chest embarrassed and pleased by the compliment. "Here's the ticket." She pressed the number into her Dad's hand and turned to leave. "Oh and can you get me a root beer if it's the good kind, a coke if they don't." Nylah called back to her Dad.

The tent was crowed and there were people everywhere eating or just sitting there relaxing. Nylah tried to find a spot where they wouldn't be crammed on both side by people. "Why couldn't this be as easy as finding a parking place?" She voiced out loud. "Ah!" A family of four stood up and the left. Nylah rushed over there and claimed the spot before anyone else could. It was sort of in the middle of the tent and the fresh air was thin but it wasn't too bad that Nylah was going to give up such a spacious spot.

"Hey there Cutie."

Nylah had just sat down when a group of five guys walked up to her and sat and stood in the free space around her.

"You here alone?" The tall one with dirty beach blonde hair asked. He looked to be the leader or at least the boldest one of the group.

"No." Nylah wasn't scared. These were just stupid little boys who could act their age. They all looked to be in their 20s and that made them older then her but they first impression she got was children.

"Looks like you are." The beach blonde sat down next to her on the bench with his back to the table.

"Looks ca be deceiving. Thank you for the compliment of your attention but it's unwanted. Please leave me alone."

"Ohh a smart one." Chuckled one of the others, a dark brown haired kid with tan skin. "Maybe she can teach us something." He was sitting on the table top in front of her and gave Nylah a greasy smile.

"You're right. I could teach you a lot of things. Like manors for one." She snapped her annoyance level reached.

"Come on a ride with us and we can show you what we know." Ever the smooth talker the beach blond reached out and captured Nylah's hand.

"My answer is no and if you know what's best for you, which I doubt, you'll let go of my hand and leave me alone."

"You know there is five of us and one of you." Threaten a short straw blond kid.

"And about three thousand people who would be drawn to the screams of 'rape'." She tossed back pleased to see the straw blonde kid's face drop and him turn away.

"Awe, come on. That's not what were talking about here. It's just a ride and a good time. Come on, don't say no. Why not go on a ride?" He tugged on Nylah's hand but she didn't move.

What she did do was smile. She saw her Dad and the look on his face.

"Is that a yes?" The tan skinned boy asked hopeful before her Dad decided to cut in on the conversation.

Excuse me, but you need to leave my daughter alone. I'd rather not get arrested for hitting children, but if you continue to act like that and not leave her alone, I'll be forced to remove you from her presence.

"Look old man-" The beach blonde swallowed his words and let go of Nylah's hand as if it were on fire. "Ua, ha-ahaa..." He stuttered jumping up looking frantically from Nylah's smiling face to her Dad's threatening on. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir. I'm sorry to have bothered you Young Miss." He looked down at Nylah as he apologized before turning and leaving as fact as he could, his group of friends right behind him.

"Urg." Nylah rolled her eyes and dug through her bag for one of those wet wipes that they gave you at BBQ restaurants. "Positively thrilling." She snorted tearing the little package open and cleaning the hand that the boy had touched. There was no telling where his hand had been and she wasn't going to eat with the same hand that he had touched.

Nylah reached over and took one of the sodas from her Dad and wiped the condensation off to rub the linger gross from her hand before taking a sip. "Eww, Dr Pepper." Her face scrunched up and she quickly traded soda cups. "I think I'll go check on the food and you can stay here." She picked the number ticket from her Dad and walked off to Geno's food cart.

"Number?" The woman barked before Nylah even got to the front.

She quickly handed the woman the ticket stub.

"Here you go. NEXT!" She handed Nylah the foil wrapped bundles and waved her away. At the side bar Nylah collected condiments and pocketed them not wanting to drop the cheese steaks.

Nylah returned as quick as she could, the food was hot and starting to burn her hands. "Here you go." She placed one of the bundles in front of her Dad and set the other one across from him where she would sit. "And I brought these in case you wanted some thing." She turned her pockets inside out and spilled the goodies she had stashed there.

She took her seat across from her Dad and carefully opened the cheesesteak, watching the steam rise from the opening. Good it was going to be nice and hot. Waiting for the sandwich to cool Nylah continued to open the foil making sure not to tear it and folded all the corners flat and started to work on rubbing the wrinkles out. "Thank you for before." She mentioned absentmindedly. "You know with the group of boys. They were a problem but they were annoying." She still hadn't looked up from her important task of making the piece of tin foil look perfect.
 
Dexter smiled as his daughter drank his soda. "You got the coke still in my hand, goofball. Why not drink the one I hand you for once," he said, chuckling. He set hers down before watching her take off to get their food. He looked up, and noticed the security guard nodding at him as he escorted the 5 young men out. He chuckled at that before cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. He hated bench seating, but the fair was the one time that it was enjoyable, and mainly because it was his little girl.

As Nylah returned with the food, he smiled. He had been looking forward to eating, and now knew he had something good to eat. He took his, juggling it as it was so hot, before setting it down. When he saw the condiments on the table, he grinned, before grabbing the mayo packets. He was a purist, and knew that the only thing that wouldn't ruin it for him was mayo.

"So, what rides are we hitting up? I'm not riding that roller coaster anymore, as I don't fit under the bars. I'm also not a fan of ending up splattered across the ground, so another thing is not riding in the back. I'll watch you if you want to ride, but that is one ride I won't go on. We also need to figure out what you want me to win you," he shot back, right as she was taking a bite of her food.

He grinned as she sputtered, food spewing from her lips as she seemed to choke. He put his arm around her and took a big bite out of his sandwich, chewing it and swallowing it. The sauce was perfect, as were the grilled peppers and onions. Geno's knew how to make a sandwich, that was for sure. He enjoyed the flavor, waiting for Nylah to tell him what exactly she wanted to do. This was her night, and he was always a fan of doing what she wanted. It was always fun, and he always ended up having a better time than he would have otherwise.
 
Like the adult that Nylah was she stuck out her tongue and took a cautionary sip from her soda to make sure it was drinkable, which it was.

"You ask what rides were're going on like I'm not going to make you go on all of them." She smiled up at her Dad with a kid like smile. "Because you wouldn't make me ride by myself would you? I mean look what happened when I was left alone and those five guys were all hitting on me." She pointed out to get her way as she took her first bite of food.

Nylah was all sweet and loving until her Dad's bit about winning her things, as if she weren't able to get what she wanted by herself. "Punk. If I wanted to I could get anything I wanted." She glared talking around her food. "And if the wind hadn't blown at the moment then I would have won." It was another year where she was jipped out of a win.

There was more she wanted to say but the food was too good to let cool and Nylah finished her cheese steak without another word. One bite towards the very end was spicy and burned her mouth a little. It was one of the reasons she normally asked for no peppers, she hated spicy things yet loved the taste but wasn't willing to risk the heat. "Mmmm." Juice and grease ran down Nylah's chin and she finished chewing her last bite before cleaning it off with a napkin. Her perfectly spread out and flattened foil wrap made a great plate and fallen bits of mean, onions, peppers and cheese swam in shallow pools of sauce. She was half tempted to finish the pickings but her stomach was nearly full and they still had funnel cake to eat.

Her Dad was finishing the last of his sandwich when she reached over and took the empty foil and crumpled it into a ball. The end of the cup slurping sounds told her that his cup was empty too and she took that as well standing up to throw the trash away. Nylah had expected her Dad to stay and save their places but when she turned away from the trash can her Dad was standing there.

"What about our seats?" She looked around his body and frowning. Their spots were already taken. "Where are we going to sit to eat our funnel cake now?" Her voice wounded a little whiny and she had to remind herself that she was going to be an adult in a matter of hours and they didn't whine. She looked around and didn't see a single spot. "I guess if we come back and there isn't a spot for the both of us I can just sit in you lap like when I was younger." She shrugged grabbing her Dad's hand.
 
Dexter smiled at his daughter's tone. He always seemed to know how to get her riled up, without it taking any time. He loved to see her defiant streak, as it was one of the things he clearly saw that had passed from himself to her. He also knew that he would end up riding the rides with her, just like she said. It almost never failed when she looked at him like his little girl hadn't grown up. He had know that when she was born she would have him wrapped around her finger instantly, and it still range true to this day.

He sighed and grinned at her. "Well, maybe if I didn't always win you those stuffed animals, I'd believe you," he said quietly, knowing she was too engrossed in her food to hear. The sandwiches were excellent. He had to give the chefs that. They did know how to cook. He wondered if he could get the recipe. He was a pretty proficient cook, but a good philly cheesesteak had always eluded his grasp, and he would love to get his hands on a good recipe.

Dex finished his soda and groaned. He wasn't quite done with it, but knew he'd be thirsty after the funnel cake. He saw Nylah get up, so decided to follow her. He wasn't sure where she was going, but she had his cup, and he wanted a refill.

When he saw that she was getting the refills, he grinned stupidly. When she turned around, he looked down at her sheepishly. He turned back to see the family that had moved into their spots. "sorry," he said quietly, taking his soda from her. He listened to her suggestion and chuckled. She would always find a way to enjoy the moment. He nodded as she took his hand, before he started to tug her towards the funnel cake stand. Luckily there wasn't a line, and he quickly paid for one, making sure it was one of the biggest they had. He walked, balancing the cake and his soda in one hand, while holding Nylah's hand, before finding a seat. He sat down, and without a second thought, pulled her into his lap.

He grinned before breaking a piece of the cake off and holding it up to her. "Open up tiger," he said quietly, remembering how he used to do this all the time with her. She had always loved it, roaring at him, growling, and then nipping at his fingers until he fed her. It was just a part of the reason why he loved funnel cake so much.
 
Nylah had herd her Dad's snipe little comment about having to win them all but she decided that eating was more important then shooting a hot glare at her Dad. There was also the fact that if she won them what meaning would the stuffed animals hold? She could guarantee that if she had won any of those stuffed animals that were in her room she wouldn't have kept them or given them names.

After throwing the trash, refilling the sodas and getting a funnel cake the two made their way back to the tent. Her Dad quickly found a seat but like she had predicted there was only enough room for one of them and he pulled her down in her lap. When her Dad tore off the first piece and offered it to her calling her 'Tiger' she knew what he was looking for and smiled.

"Roar." She giggled, making a claw with her hand and making a series of growling noises. People looked over at her and she blushed and quickly dropped her hand. Opening her mouth Nylah bit her Dad's fingers over the piece of funnel cake. It was messy and she could feel the dusting of the powdered sugar sprinkle on her chest. Using her tongues she hooked the fried batter goodness and swiped it from her Dad's grip. Pulling back she noted the impressions of her bite makes and wondered if she didn't bit her Dad too hard.

"Sorry." Nylah dusted away the sugar on her chest and tore a piece for her Dad in return. "It's a choo-choo train, open up." She cooed in a baby voice.
 
Dexter smiled as his daughter played along with him. She roared, and then growled. He smiled when other people looked over, but he didn't care about what they thought. He was having a fantastic time with his daughter. He grimaced slightly when she bit his fingers, but he was used to it. She had always bitten his fingers when he fed her. Generally she didn't notice, but when she did, he always got a sorry. "It's okay sweetie," he said, smiling at the mess she had made.

The powdered sugar seemed to get everywhere. It had somehow gotten onto his jeans, as well as her shirt. He shook his head, wondering how she could still make such a mess like that. When she picked up a piece of the funnel cake, he smiled and waited.

"I know it's a choo-choo, you goof," he said, before leaning forward to bite the morsel of funnel cake. He made sure to not bite her fingers, just the funnel cake. He didn't want to hurt his daughter, but loved the funnel cake. He grinned, chewing it, before diving into the funnel cake, eating what he could. Nylah did the same, and it came down to the last bite. He grinned and started to reach for it, but stopped once it was snatched.

"I was just going to feed it to you," he said, his voice taking on a whiny quality. He smiled and waited for her to finish eating before asking, "What's on your mind, tiger? What do you want do now?" he asked, smiling at her and wrapping his arms around her to hug her. He grinned as he rubbed his stubble covered cheek, white with powdered sugar, against her face, covering her in powdered sugar as well. His laugh rumbled out of his chest as he couldn't help but look at his daughter's face.
 
The funnel cake was delicious and it was gone before Nylah knew it and even managed to snag the last bite. "I'm sure you were." She crinkled her nose, not quite believing that he would have indeed saved the last bite for her. Of course she knew that was silly, if she had told her Dad that she wanted the whole thing and that he couldn't have a bite and she wanted him to hand feed her she was positive that he would have done so.

"Ummm..." Nylah made a dramatic show of thinking about it. Crossing her arms, cradling her chin in between her thumb and pointer finger, scratching her head all before settling back against her Dad's chest. The stubble on his cheek tickled and she shied away from the contact with a giggle. "Stop that." Wiggling Nylah snuggled deeper into her Dad's hug and closed her eyes. "How about we do the fun house to work off some of this food, then milky way mega slide, bumper cars and by then our tummies will hopefully be settled enough for all the scare big kid rides before ending the night with the ferris wheel." She yawned and wondered if she would have enough energy to stay up after with with Lui and watch a movie.

"Sound like a plan?" She opened her eyes tilted her face up to look at her Dad. It was sad that her Mom couldn't be here to share this night with them but to be honest as much as Nylah missed that Mom that she used to have she hated this new posh Mom and her neglecting way and was kind of glad that she wasn't here.

Then from out of no where Nylah found herself asking a question that she never would have thought she would ask. "When was the last time you and Mom had sex?" The question came out of her mouth and it shocked her, she could only imagine how her Dad would feel hearing it come from his daughter.
 
Dexter listened to his daughter as she listed everything off, from the fun house to the rides, to the ferris wheel ending. She knew what she wanted, that was for sure. It all made sense too. The walking through the fun house would burn most of the food off, especially since they had added to it this year, making it longer and more "fun", if that was possible. Then the easy rides that they both enjoyed to test their stomachs, before the big rides that made her lose her dinner before.

He hugged her more tightly as she seemed to burrow into him. He had always loved that. He had always been affectionate, and loved giving hugs, but Nylah seemed to have a way of making the hug that much better. "That sounds like a perfect plan," he said, before chuckling when he noticed her yawn. They'd have to hurry to get every ride ridden before she was too tired to stay up for the movie. He probably wouldn't go to the movie himself, as it would be a waste to go alone.

Dexter was waiting for Nylah to take the lead when her question stopped him dead in his tracks. He had always known the question would come up, and had always been open with her, but still, it felt a little awkward discussing his sex life with her. "well, we stopped sleeping in the same bed when you were 6. It's probably been close to 14 years since we've had sex, to be perfectly honest," he said, surprising himself with that number. 14 years! He had gotten so good at masturbating that he hardly noticed it anymore, just chalking it up to Lilly's demanding job, and the tension she felt after having their baby.

"Why do you ask?" he asked, looking down at Nylah. He hadn't seen the question coming, and was curious as to what sparked it. He didn't want to dampen the mood, but at the same time, he didn't want her sad because of his and his wife's relationship. That was for him to deal with, not his daughter. He just hoped it wasn't a nagging concern, and just a spur of the moment thing.
 
Nylah kept as still as possible in her Dad's arms knowing that the question surprised him from the tension that flooded his body once the words were out of her mouth. She wanted to know the answer and there was a long pause where she was sure her Dad would tell her it wasn't her business. She regretted asking the question worried now that it would ruin the rest of their night together. It wasn't until he relaxed that Nylah did. He was going to answer the question and she could get her answer.

14 years?!?! Nylah sat up in out of her Dad's arms and turned in his lap to look at him. "Wow..." The word was slow and heavy as it fell from her lips. She hadn't expected that answer.

When he asked her why she had asked she shrugged and jumped out of her Dad's lap. She turned to face and took a couple of steps back putting space between them as she thought about her response. "I don't know..." Her lips turned up in a mischievous grin. "I just thought if I was having TONS of sex that you should be too." She hooted with laughter turning to run as fast as she could to the fun house. If she was lucky her Dad would be stunned by her answer and it would give her the needed time to put space between them.

Of course her answer was a lie. She had never had sex before and as much as her boyfriend wanted to do IT she wasn't ready and had always pushed back about the matter. She couldn't have truthfully answered her Dad either way. She hadn't meant to ask the question and she had no idea where it had come from. Sure she had heard her friends voice the question but Nylah hadn't expected herself to really care. Plus for some reason torturing her Dad with her lie sounded like wickedly evil fun.

The last thing in her mind was the possibility that her Dad could take it the wrong way and get upset about it or turn into one of those crazy Dad types who lock their daughters up until marriage. They were too close for that even to be an option in Nylah's mind as she toyed with her Dad's fatherly instinct.
 
Dexter waited for his daughter to answer. He figured that it was just a spur of the moment question, but also figured something had brought it on. He chuckled as she hopped up, seeing that she put space between them. He immediately knew what she was about to do. She was going to say something and take off. She usually always wanted space so that he couldn't reach out and grab her before she took off.

What she said surprised him. If she was having sex, that was her business. He wasn't too happy about it, but also knew that she was in a stable relationship with a somewhat decent guy. He wasn't completely convinced that she was having sex though. At least, that's what he got from the conversations she and her friends always had. For some reason or another, he knew that only one of Nylah's friends had had sex. That would have been Micha. The other girls were either single and not into that type of fling, or were in a relationship and not ready.

He never meant to hear these conversations, but also knew that it was unavoidable when there were 5 girls in the house moving around as they did. He picked up on some things, like the fact that all of Nylah's friends thought he was hot, and that they all seemed inseparable. He also knew that Micha ran the gossip, and Lisa never put up with it.

He shook his head before standing up. He could see her still running, so decided to walk after her. He knew it would throw a wrench in her thinking, as it didn't show whether he was calm, angry, furious, scared, or any other emotion. He figured that if she was going to try to put his fatherly instincts against him, then he was going to use them to get back at her. He smiled to himself and casually walked after her, knowing she would stop in either fear, curiosity, or she had arrived at the ride she wanted to go on.
 
Nylah was running and giggling like a girl and risked a look over her shoulder to see how close he was to catching up. The last thing she expected was to see him walking. Dread spread through her like ice water and she stopped in her tracks. Was she going to get into trouble for her lie? Would he believe her if she told him the truth? How mad was he at her that he wasn't running after her. Surely he knew she was joking, right.

She chewed on her bottom lip and waited for her Dad. Nylah was staring at her feet and kicking a flattened trampled box of popcorn.

She couldn't remember the last time her Dad had been truly mad at her she had been a very young child and she had cried. She could feel her body tremble, she was scared that she had ruined this night by teasing her Dad and lying to him. She hadn't wanted this to happen and instantly regretted it. She wanted this night to filled with fun memories and good times and she had gone and messed it up.

Tears stung her eyes but she refused to get upset about this. Her Dad's anger was all her fault and she would have to deal with the turn in their night together on her own. She was an adult now and she wasn't going to let her Dad see how emotional she was getting over the fact that she had killed the night and her birthday.
 
Dexter smiled as his daughter stopped. He knew he had her then. She was probably worried about his anger, even though he wasn't angry at all. He just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. He knew it was part of the way that he was as much her friend as her father, as he never saw any of his friends tease their daughters.

He stopped when he saw her starting to shake. This was more serious than he thought. He quickly walked over to her, before hugging her. He turned her around, pulling her tightly against his chest as he rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry, tiger. I just wanted to mes with you a bit. I'm not angry with you, and I already know the truth," he said sheepishly.

He pushed her back at arm's length before looking at her. "You and your friends like to move from room to room, and your conversations go with you. I heard about your "status" as well as your friends. I didn't mean to, but I was cooking dinner for you, your friends, and myself, and I guess you all forgot. I don't know if that has changed, but if it has or hasn't you can talk to me about it, and I promise I'll never get angry with you," he said softly, gently stroking her cheek to reassure her.

He pulled her back in for a hug before smiling. "Now, pick a ride and lets go forget about my botched attempt to tease you!" he said, hoping his smile and attitude would be infectious enough to get her smiling and going. He didn't want to have fucked up the whole night by trying to tease her a bit and having it go wrong.
 
"Please don't be angry with me." She cried hiding her face in her Dad's chest to hide her tears. "It wasn't the truth, I'm sorry." Nylah rushed out at the same time that her Dad spoke about not behind mad at her.

"You're not mad at me?" She pulled back against her Dad's hold and looked him in the face. It was just a couple of tears, just enough to make her cheeks wet but not near enough to make her eyes red. "How-" She was about to ask him how he knew the truth when he kept on talking.

"We can be kind of loud, can't we." Nylah agreed getting a better look at her Dad's face from an arm's length away.

"No, no." She was shaking her head before her Dad wiped her tears away. Nylah leaned into the touch heart lifted knowing that he wasn't mad at her. "Nothing has changed for me." She couldn't say anything about her friends but there were a few that couldn't claim what she could.

What a way to almost blow the night, Nylah sighed in the safety of her Dad's arms again. This almost ruined their night and she told herself no more picking on her Dad. "No it was my fault." Her arms reached up and wrapped around her Dad's waist. "It started it and it turned around and nearly bit me in the ass." She wasn't the kind to push her fault on to others and admitted her mistake. "I shouldn't have teased you and I'm sorry."

"Lets start this over and pretend like the last five minutes didn't happen." She nodded her head against her Dad's chest. "We'll just keep on to the fun house and bumper cars and all that. Okay Dad?" She tilted her head and looked up at her Dad not wanting to let him go. She was still a little shaken about getting him mad and as long as she held him she knew that everything was okay and it would be fine.
 
Dexter smiled and nodded as his daughter suggested they forget about everything that had just happened. He bent down just a bit, before hugging Nylah to him and picking her up and kissing the top of her head. He smiled down at her again before kissing her on each cheek and setting her down. "Lets go then," he said, pushing her gently in front of him.

He smiled to himself. His daughter sure was growing up. It was also a bit of a relief to hear that she hadn't had sex yet. He liked her boyfriend, but didn't think too much of him past the fact that he seemed to treat her well. Maybe it was just his fatherly instincts, but he knew that Nylah deserved better. He had also heard some bad things about her boyfriend, and wasn't sure whether or not he should believe it all or not.

He followed Nylah to the fun house, and smiled as she seemed to be having so much fun. He was happy that she was enjoying her special night, as it seemed like they wouldn't be enjoying very many more of them together. He shook the thought off and started to get into it just like her, before they exited the fun house. He took off, running to the bumper cars. "I'm gonna win!" he called back to her, smiling.
 
They had added to the fun house since the last time Nylah had been here and it was even more fun then she would have thought. Her sides were hurting from laughing so much by the time they exited the large carnival house. She had so much fun she was half tempted to drag her Dad back through it again but he had already taken off towards the bumper cars.

He was the biggest dork she knew and could be just as much of a child as she could. It was half the reason she loved him. "Cheater!" She laughed taking off after her Dad.

Nylah knew he wasn't going as fast as he could be going and caught up with him with a leap on to his bag. She wrapped her legs around his and hook her arms over his shoulders. "Giddy-up pony!" She giggled squeezing his sides with her legs. They were drawing attention again but Nylah didn't care. She had already almost ended this night for the worse and she wasn't going to let that happen again. She was going to make the best out of this night and have as much fun as she could and damn whatever looks came her way.

Bumper cars was tons of fun and just added to the growing pain in her side from laughing. Her cheeks also burned from her huge smile and she was breathless, eyes sparkling at the end of the ride. Nylah wasn't going to let her Dad get away from her this time and grabbed hold of his hand before he could run away.

The rest of the night they spent riding every ride that was there, from the kiddy plane ride to the old wooden roller coaster, saving the swinging pirate ship ride as her last ride before ending the night with the ferris wheel. Careful of her Dad's size and the small chance that he could indeed fly out of the ride, she picked a seat three rows down. A perfect compromise she thought, high enough up that she screamed and clutched at her Dad's arm when she lifted off her seat, not high enough up that it was unsafe for her old man.

The only thing left for the night was the ferris wheel and with the way that people were filing out it was going to be the last ride of the night. A majority of people were already gone adn there wasn't a line for the ferris wheel when Nylah, still holding her Dad's hand, stepped up. She could tell that the wheel was only half full and hoped that it didn't mean that their ride would be halved as well.

"I hope they keep it spinning for a long time and that we are the ones who get to stop at the very top." Nylah loved the feeling of being the tallest person at the fair, to be looking down at all the people and watching all the lights like she was some kind of angel. In all her years of going on a ferris wheel she had never been the top carriage. She kept her fingers crossed that this would be the year.
 
Dexter smiled as he watched his daughter have fun. He didn't mind the fact that she hopped up onto his back, and didn't care about the looks they were getting. His daughter was having a great time, and that was all that he wanted to do. The fun house had been a blast, and he could tell that the bumper cars.

The bumper cars did live up to what he thought they were going to be. They were always fun, but now that Nylah was old enough to really drive them by herself, she seemed to make a point of attacking him to no end. He always returned the favor and got her back for it, making sure she left with a big grin on her face.

He smiled when she took his hand, remembering their bet. He knew she was also doing it to keep up with him, but he smiled and squeezed her hand. It had easily been the best night he had had in a while. He knew his face would be sore from all the smiling that he had been doing.

He listened to what she said and smiled. As they were loading up, he nodded to the guy working the controls. He had worked it out so that they would stop a couple times at the top, knowing she wanted it even more now. He smiled when they stopped the first time and looked at her. "What's on your mind tiger?" he asked softly, smiling at his daughter.
 
Nylah missed the nod her Dad gave the guy as she climbed into the ride. The first few times they went around they were quite content to just sit there and relax. After about three turned they stopped, three carriages from the top, awe...

She wasn't really sure if she should tell him what was on her mind. It had almost gone so bad the first time she brought it up and while she had moved past the incident the subject wasn't far from her mind. He claimed that he didn't matter either way but she didn't think that he was right.

"Oh nothing..." Nylah chewed on her bottom lip and gazed out over the fairgrounds. It was sunset and the sky was a rainbow of colors. "Just..." She knew her eyes on the horizon as the ferris wheel moved again. "Caleb I know whats to have sex and I just don't know how I feel about that." He said that she could talk about it to him and she was praying that he wasn't just saying it. "He's not pressuring me into it or anything but I can feel what he wants and... well..." Sure Micha had shared to wonders of her times and she had passed health and sex ed class but she was still unsure about it. "I like him and all but I think it's a big thing and I don't know it I want it yet. I mean I do want to do it but I don't know if I want to do it with him. Does that mean we shouldn't be together or just that I'm not ready and I should just wait?" It was something that had been going through her mind a lot lately and while she felt relieved to finally say something about it she didn't want to look at her Dad and see how he was taking her growing up and watched the colors change in the sky.
 
Dexter listened to what his daughter said. He wasn't going to let his emotions get the best of him, so quickly bottled them and thought. He remembered his teen years, and tried to think about what would help his daughter. He finally came up with a solution.

"Sweetheart, I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. What you do or don't do is between yourself and Caleb. What I'm going to do though is lay down the law that if you two decide to have sex, you have it at our house, using proper protection. You're old enough to make your own choices, so I think that's your call," he said, pausing to collect his thoughts.

"Trust your heart and your gut. If you don't feel like this is the right time, then don't do it. Tell him how you feel, and if he doesn't respond the way you need him to, then that might be the sign that this isn't the right thing for you. If you have any issues, come to me. I promise I won't hurt Caleb or yell at him, but if you need space and he doesn't give it to you, I'll step in and make sure that he gives you the time to think about what is right for you," Dexter said to Nylah, turning her face to look into her eyes.

"Above all, do what feels right to you. Make sure that you are protected no matter what, and trust your instincts. You're a very smart girl, smarter than I'll ever be, and I know you'll do what's best for you," he said, before moving in and hugging her. He loved his baby girl. She was growing up so fast. He knew that in a few short years she would be married and maybe giving him grand kids. He knew that time would come, but still wasn't ready to look at that aspect of her future. He just hoped that a man ended up with her who deserved this amazing young woman in front of him.
 
Her Dad didn't say anything Nylah didn't already know but it was still nice to hear it from someone she trusted. The only thing that she hadn't expected was for her Dad to 'lay down the law' and tell her that if she was going to do it she had to do it at their house with the proper protection.

Nylah smiled to herself and scooted closer to her Dad. He was so cool and so much more then just her Dad, he was her friend and confidant. Everything that she needed he was without her needing to ask him to be. Sometimes it worked against her because he was always doing what was best for her and that conflicted with what she wanted at the time.

What girl didn't love to hear that they were smart? Nylah couldn't think of anyone who wouldn't glow with pride to hear it from someone they loved and she snuggled into the hug her Dad gave her.

"So if I told you I wanted to start taking the pill?" She tested the waters even more with her question. Nylah had wanted to start taking the pill when the rest of her friends started but she couldn't think of a reason why. She wasn't having sex and she didn't need to take it to help regulate her periods like some of her friends claimed was the reason. But if she was going to start opening herself up to the thought of sex she wanted to be protected and she couldn't imagine take her mom along with her. "And would you go with me?"

The questions didn't seem like such a taboo topic from the safety of her Dad's hug. Not wanting to leave the protection of her Dad's arms she moved his arms around and repositioned her body so her back was pressed against his side and his arms her around her waist. Nylah then crossed her arms at her middle and laced her fingers in between her Dad's. She was relaxed leaning against him like this smiled like the happiness of a child when they stopped at the top.

"Look Dad." She leaned her head back and look up above them, they were the tallest carriage and swayed in the wind. "We're the King and Queen of the fair!" She giggled resisting the urge to jump up and lean over the side and look down.
 
Dexter chuckled. He somehow knew that his daughter would either try to tease him, or push the limits. Still, with her going off to college, it might be a good idea to at least have some form of contraceptive for his girl. "Okay, we can get you on the pill. Yes I would go with you, since god only knows what your mother would do or say if she went. You'd either die of embarrassment, or end up in a convent. I don't want either of those, so we can go within the next week if you want," he said.

He thought that was a good response, and knew Nylah would consider it and see where to go from there. He knew she was partially bluffing, but knew that it also made sense for her to at least be on it now, rather than getting into something and winding up pregnant. He wasn't ready to be a grandfather, especially knowing what his wife would say. She would have a cow and probably try to blame it all on him, that it was his shortcomings that lead to her turning out like them. He'd take the heat, but know how much it would bother his daughter. So instead, they would do something about it and nip it in the bud.

"We are indeed the King and Queen of the fair," Dexter said, smiling and the look his daughter had on her face. He could see the little girl in her, barely contained, and it made him smile all the more. He loved how animated she was, and knew that she would always be like that. It was one of the best things about her, one of many though.

"Well, as King and Queen of the fair, I believe the queen owes the king a kiss," he said, smiling and knowing that it would get his daughter back for all the teasing and razzing she had been doing throughout the night to him. He waited to see her reaction, keeping the smile on his face as he guessed what would happen.
 
Nylah agreed with her Dad, she couldn't imagine all the trouble her mom would cause if she was the one to go with her. It still surprised her that her Dad seemed so cool with the idea and was willing to go with her as well. "I don't think the nuns at the convent could handle me." She smiled happy that she was able to share moments like this with her Dad and that they had such a solid relationship that nothing ever seemed to bother them.

In the back of her mind she wondered why her relationship with her boyfriend couldn't be like this. He was a great guy and all but there was something missing in their relationship that her and her Dad had. It was strange really but not that she noticed it she was mentally comparing the two men in her life and was disappointed with her results.

"I owe you a kiss?" Nylah laughed. "If anything the King should give the Queen a kiss." She argued with a smile. "Doesn't the Queen get what she wants?" Nylah was purposely being difficult and she stood up and gave into the urge to look over the side just as the ferris wheel started to moved again. The movement caught her off guard and she stumbled falling back into her Dad's arms. She landed seated across his lap facing him.

"Owww...." She moaned rubbing her butt. Her Dad was all muscled and didn't make the greatest cushion to land on. True it was better then landing on the ground but not by much. "You now owe me two kisses, one as Queen and the other to kiss me boo-boo better." Nylah smirked rising her eyebrow in a challenge.
 
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Dexter smiled as his daughter seemed to really be enjoying things. He knew she was thinking about some stuff that was probably a bit more serious than she was letting on, but he decided not to bother her about it. If she needed his help, she'd find him and ask him about it rather than him needing to ask her what she was thinking and whether or not he even needed to give her advice.

"Oh? I thought that the king was able to demand certain things of the queen," he said to Nylah with a smile. "Well then, if the queen gets what she wants, that means the king does too. If you want that kiss, you have to sit here in my lap to get it. I'm not moving," he finished.

He almost burst out laughing when his daughter stumbled as she stood up. Sure enough, she ended up in his lap, right where he said she needed to be. He chuckled before hugging her, wincing though. He knew she had a nice butt, had heard her boyfriend even say it, but it still hurt his thighs when someone suddenly dropped onto them.

He smiled as she complained. "So wait, I owe you TWO kisses for something you did?" he asked, the smile evident in his words. He leaned in and gave her two soft kisses like she had given him, and then smiled. "There, one kiss as Queen, and the other to help your boo-boo get better," he said, smirking right back at her and daring her to challenge him.
 
Guess things worked out in her Dad's favor because he got just what he wanted when Nylah stumbled into his lap. He was quick to gather her up in his arms and she snuggled and found her spot just as fast. She was going to argue that it was his duty as both Kind and Father that he give her the kisses but he had already given them to her.

They were soft kisses that caught the corner of her mouth and lips. "But my boo-boo isn't on my lips." She joked her voice distant and shy. There were a few things running through her mind that had her distracted. One maybe have to do with the mental list she had create comparing her boyfriend and her Dad. How this kiss measured up for instance was being mulled over. Was it better then Caleb's? She wasn't sure as it wasn't a real kiss, close but not close enough. The next thought that had her thinking was how nice and warm her Dad was, the masculine smell of him and the strength that were in those arms of his. Lastly and most importantly was the way her lips tingled where her Dad had kissed them.

It was that last thought that had her cupping her Dad's face and giving him a kiss full on the lips. It wasn't a daughterly kiss but was innocent as far as kisses went. Her lips were full, soft and closed as she pressed them against her Dad's. Nylah closed her lips and spread her fingers wide over his cheeks feeling the stubble there, the rough texture there rubbing against the soft skin of her hands. Her mouth softened and her lips parted a little more when the ferris wheel stopped again, this time with them on the very bottom. It was time to go.

"And the King's kiss." Nylah blushed rushing out of the carriage as fast as she could. She couldn't believe that she had done that and wasn't quite sure what was wrong with her. That was wrong on so many levels! A knot formed in Nylah's stomach as she picked up her pace to put more distance between her and her Dad. She wasn't running but it was evident that she had somewhere to go. A large part of her screamed at her for her stupidity, for being such a fool. Yet in the back of her mind in a tiny little voice she confirmed that her Dad not only kissed better then her boyfriend but wondered what it would be like it he really kissed her back.

God I'm sick! She moaned giving the gate guard a weak wave goodbye as she crossed into the parking lot. The ride home she planned on just staring out her window. The last thing Nylah wanted was to have to talk about this. If I pretend to be asleep... That was a better idea and she nodded to herself planning to do just that. If she was asleep then her Dad wouldn't wake her and they could pretend that she hadn't just kissed him.
 
Dexter was taken aback when Nylah kissed him. He had thought nothing of her teasing about where her boo-boo was, and had just started to smile when his daughter's hands found his face. He wasn't ready for what she did, kissing him softly and innocently. He knew that this wasn't the normal type of kiss that they were used to sharing. This was something new, and it almost made him wonder what made her do that. He shrugged to himself, trying to think.

As the carriage came to the bottom, he was going to walk with her, not really wanting to talk about that kiss, but just spend the rest of the time he had with her pleasantly. As she took off, he knew that wasn't going to happen until he got to the truck. He started thinking about their past conversations while at the fair, and something seemed to finally click for him.

She's comparing me to Caleb! he thought to himself. It all suddenly made sense. The conversation earlier, and then the way she seemed to be sizing him up. He knew that his daughter was definitely a daddy's girl, but didn't know that he was the standard that she looked for. Maybe it was her way of trying to finally see if being with Caleb was working, or if he would never measure up to her standard. He felt pride in the fact that he was someone's standard for how a man should be, and then felt a pang of guilt. His wife never used him as a standard for anything.

Even when they were dating in high school, she still wished she had better. He had been gangly and awkward, yet had she not chosen him to go to that party? And then, nine months later, they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Still, his wife always wanted more, even when he opened his garage and had done very well for himself. He sighed as he started walking to catch up with his tiger. He knew things were going to be awkward as he waved goodnight to the guard and caught a look.

He saw her already in the cab, pretending to be asleep. He knew for a fact that she didn't ever fall asleep that fast, and that she only ever acted this way if she was embarrassed or pissed off. He knew it wasn't the latter, so decided it was that she was genuinely embarrassed. He opened his door and hopped into the cab before starting it, letting the big diesel engine warm up fully. He slid over against his daughter and slid his arm around her, pulling her against him.

"I know you're not asleep, and you have no reason to be embarrassed. I think I figured out why you are embarrassed, and to be honest, I'm not, so you shouldn't either. Besides. I only have you until we get home, and I don't want to spend the ride back in awkward silence with the most important girl in my life," he said softly as he hugged her.

The engine finally settled down as he slid over to the driver's seat. He buckled Nylah into the middle of the bench and then started driving home. He took it slow, and found ways to delay the time.

"Sweetheart, I just want you to know that tonight was easily one of the best nights I've had in a very long time. I think the last time I had a night that was as good as this was when I held you for the first time at the hospital. Now look at you. All grown up, pretty as can be, and smart as a whip. You're going to do amazingly in college, and I can't wait to see what you do. Now, tell your old man what you're planning on majoring in college. You haven't really told me, and I'm kind of curious as to what you are wanting to do with the rest of your adult life, at least involving a career," he said, knowing that it would get his daughter talking and get rid of any awkwardness. He had always been good at finding a way to get her to open up, to get rid of anything that would make there be awkwardness or anger with his daughter. It was one of the things he had picked up watching her grow up.
 
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