35 - Fiona
Daddy's mine and I'm his good girl but also we're at breakfast and Emily just showed up, so...
I am very sad that I can't cling to Daddy anymore. I'll cling to him extra later, though. Sorry, Daddy. A girl has needs, and sometimes those needs involve cuddling with her Daddy. That's just the way the world works, you know?
A waiter brings over our juice. Daddy always drinks grapefruit juice in the morning, but I like orange juice. Emily asks for an orange juice when she sits down, too.
She huffs, picking up the menu, pretends to look at it for a few seconds, and then puts it back down on the table.
“Hi,” she says, still very huffy.
“Yeah, hey,” Daddy says, ignoring her attitude.
“Hi, Emily,” I say with a smile.
“You two are being weird,” she says, eyeballing both of us.
“Um... no...” I say, nervously shaking my head.
“You're the weird one,” Daddy says. “What the fuck was up with the dress you stuffed Fiona in? And you had a matching one? Yeah... don't fucking do that shit.”
“Don't do what stuff?” Emily asks, but I'm pretty sure this is a rhetorical question. “We're adults, Grey! We can go to parties if we want to, and... we can wear dresses like that all the time!”
“Oh yeah?” Daddy asks, staring her down.
“Um... maybe?” Emily answers, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Look, it's not about independence or whatever you want to call it,” he says, putting on his very logical big brother voice. “I worry about you two, alright? And when you go to frat parties in dresses that are made to show off your tits and your ass, uh... yeah, I worry even more. So, please, don't fucking do that shit.”
“Oh,” Emily says, staring down at her breakfast menu. “Sorry. Um... everything was fine, though. I think you're worrying over nothing.”
“Everything went fine?” Daddy asks, but he's not actually asking a question. “How about Fiona going out with some guy named Dave? What's that about?”
And... that's not really playing fair, but maybe Daddy has a point. I mean, he does have a point. Before I went into the Seven Minutes in Heaven room, I had no idea who the guy on the other side was. Thankfully it was Daddy, but what if it was someone else?
“He seemed nice,” Emily says, unsure how to proceed. “And... well, it's not like she had sex with him, Grey.” She hesitates, looking to me for confirmation. I've already lied enough! I just keep my mouth shut and stare at my menu like a good girl. “Wait, you didn't have sex with him, did you?” she asks, both shocked, excited, and completely caught off guard.
I mumble something. Mumble mumble! Mumble? And then I say, “He was a perfect gentleman!”
Which is true. Daddy's always been a perfect gentleman to me. I love you, Daddy.
“Yeah?” Daddy asks, somehow keeping a straight face and not giving everything away. How does he do that? I don't know. Daddy's impressive. “A perfect gentleman? I don't know about that one...”
“What would you even know?” Emily asks, going from sulking to sassy in two seconds flat. “You weren't there. What did you do last night, by the way?”
Notice how she artfully changed the subject? Yup. Emily and I look out for each other. Usually. I'm really bad at this when it comes to Daddy, though. I basically tell him everything. I'm sorry, Emily!
“Oh, you know,” Daddy says with a shrug. “Had a few drinks. Settled into a nice bubble bath. Put on my bathrobe and went out onto the balcony to look up at the stars for awhile. Nice night.”
“Wow,” Emily says with the most indifferent, bored voice possible. “Yawn. Lame. Wait, where'd you get a bathrobe? You guys have a balcony in your room? What the heck?”
“We do!” I say, excited. “We got a room upgrade or something, right, Daddy?”
He nods like this happens all the time. Aw yeah.
“That's cool,” Emily says. “The rest is pretty lame, but the upgrade is cool.”
I shrug. “I don't know. I like bubble baths and stargazing and bathrobes. I think it sounds like a nice night.”
“Thank you, Fiona,” Daddy says, smiling at me.
“You're welcome, Daddy,” I say.
“Ugh. Gag. Get a room, you two,” Emily says. “Oh, wait! Ha!”
“That's not funny, Emily!” I say, pointing at her. A really hard point, too! Grrr!
“What are you getting for breakfast, by the way?”
“Um... I was looking at the stuffed French toast.”
“Ooh, that looks good. What about you, Daddy?” she asks him.
“Eggs benedict with corned beef hash,” he says.
“Ugh. You've both picked already. Alright, um... let me see...”
When the waiter comes back, we each order our food. We enjoy our breakfast together. I sit next to Daddy and Emily sits next to me. It's really nice. It's like we're a family, but in a different way, and...
I hope it will always be like this. I really like it.
I had a lot of fun last night, but I think me and Daddy and Emily could have fun like we used to, too. Together, just hanging out, doing whatever fun stuff that we want to do.
She won't be mad that I'm dating Daddy, right?
THE END (for now…)
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