Call Me Daddy

I think my dirty little girl needed discipline as much as I needed to enforce it.

I decide to lighten the mood, gracing her with a smile as she forks up her carrots.

“I’d like you to accompany me to my work Christmas party,” I tell her. “If you’d be happy to come along.”

Her eyes light up, her fork paused halfway to her mouth. “Your party? Like a… date?”

“You’ll be coming as my partner,” I tell her. “I’ve already told my colleagues about you.”

“You have?” She looks so surprised.

“Of course I have, sweetheart. You’re not a secret. I’m very proud to have you at my side.”

A smile blooms on her face. “I’d like that.”

“I’m glad,” I tell her, and I am.

“Won’t they think I’m too young? I mean, I look young…”

“They know how old you are.”

She puts her fork back on the plate, carrots untouched. “Wow. I didn’t expect…”

I reach for her wrist and squeeze. “Didn’t expect what?”

She shrugs. “Just didn’t expect… so much… I didn’t know if you’d want your colleagues to know.”

“I do,” I tell her. “I’m very proud.”

Her eyes sparkle. “Thanks, Daddy Nick. I’d really love to come to your party with you.”

“Then we shall get you a dress.” I smile. “A beautiful dress for my beautiful girl.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to mention the necklace, but I leave it. Surprises are so special when they involve Laine.

“I’ve never been to a posh party,” she admits. “I’ve never needed a proper dress.”

“You’re going to look stunning, Laine. I’ll be the envy of every man there.”

She looks so coy. So unaware of her own beauty.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says. “You’re too good to me.”

She’s wrong, I’m not too good to her.

It’s fate that’s being too good to me.LaineI’m going to Daddy Nick’s work party and I can’t quite believe it. I’m so excited I could explode, and practically knock Kelly Anne off her feet as I grab her outside the college entrance.

“I’m going to a ball!” I tell her. “A real ball! With Nick! He’s going to get me a pretty dress and I get to meet all his work colleagues. I’m really going to a ball!”

She looks just as unimpressed as I expected, but that doesn’t matter. I just needed to say it out loud.

“I hope he’s going to get you a pretty dress for my birthday party, too.”

I could shrivel into nothing on the spot.

I should’ve asked Daddy Nick about Kelly Anne’s party, but last night just didn’t seem right. Not after I was in so much trouble for messing up already.

“I’ll talk to him about it,” I tell her and she groans.

“So you haven’t told him?”

I shrug. “We were busy.”

“Busy, right.” She folds her arms. “Too busy to be bothered with the most important day of my year.”

She’s being a drama queen, and I can’t be bothered to pander to it anymore. “I’ll talk to him,” I say, and leave it at that.

“Make sure you do,” she says. “Besties before guys, that’s the rule.”

I fight the urge to laugh in her face.

She’s never followed that rule in her life.NickMy framed print of Laine is waiting on my desk. It’s perfect, just as I knew it would be. The frame is stylish and tasteful. A simple brushed silver lined with crackled pieces of blue shell that catch the light. It matches the blue of the butterfly magnificently.

I poke my head around the door to give Penny my thanks, and it startles her. “You’re welcome, Mr Lynch,” she says.

I’m about to retreat to my workload when she spins on her chair. She digs around in her desk drawer and hands me a set of keys.

“To the house you wanted fixing up,” she explains. “It’s all done. New locks, cleared of all the rubbish. I’ve had the walls freshly painted, and new floors laid where they couldn’t be salvaged, which was pretty much everywhere.” She pauses as she gathers her thoughts, mentally checking items off on her fingers. “I had to get new curtains for the living room and new blinds for the kitchen. Oh, and some new furniture. A new coffee table, sofa, and a couple of wardrobes. Oh, and some new cupboard doors for the kitchen units.”

I turn the keys over in my hand. “Thank you, Penny. You’ve worked hard, I really appreciate it.”

“That’s my job,” she says. It’s very far from being her job and we both know it. She hands over an inventory of work done, and a pen for me to sign it off. “Shall I charge it to your expenses?”

I nod. “Please.”

I sign without even checking the figures and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“It’s Laine’s house, right?” she questions.

“It was Laine’s house.”

Her smile is so friendly as she takes the documents back. “She’s so much better off where she is now,” she comments. “With you,” she adds, as though there was any confusion.