FIC Daddy's Girl
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shanachie_quillTitle: Daddy’s Girl
Characters: Grace Williams, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Series: N/A
Written For: N/A
Prompt: N/A
Summary: Grace isn’t sure how she feels about sharing her daddy.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This is told in the POV of a child.
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me.
Author's Note: So this isn’t exactly what I was planning to write when I started this, but it kind of grew a life of its own. It started back when the pictures were posted of Scott and Teilor, but I didn’t get around to working on it then. This was written in one sitting and checked as I wrote it by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
illfindmyway so special thanks to her since she also gave me some assistance along the way. In addition this is the second story I’ve finished for Writo de Mayo.
Grace Williams was not a happy little girl. Now this was not a normal state for her so anyone who knew her would be very surprised to see her at the moment. But she sat on the bed her daddy had ordered her to with her arms crossed and glared at the door. He just was not being fair.
She was well aware that she might be considered spoiled by some, but she was not spoiled by her daddy, unless you could be spoiled by love. Grace had always been a Daddy’s Girl and had never doubted the depth of his love for her, until today. Never before had he sent her to her room—even though this really wasn’t her room other than that she slept here when she spent the weekend with Daddy and they stayed at Uncle Steve’s house—and told her to stay without giving her a time limit. She had never disappointed her daddy before and she couldn’t believe she had done it now.
The day had started so well. Daddy had picked her up at the time Mommy chose and said they were going to the pier with Uncle Steve. Grace had been thrilled. Uncle Steve was fun, even when he wasn’t trying to be. He teased Daddy and tried to convince him to let Grace have things that Daddy thought weren’t good for her. But Daddy smiled easily at him, in a way she hadn’t seen in a long while, and teased him back. When Uncle Steve got him going and Daddy started sputtering, Grace often smiled happily as they argued back and forth. It was the good arguing; the kind that didn’t end in tears. The kind that made her feel warm and safe inside.
Uncle Steve had been waiting for them at the pier, crouching down to slap hands with Grace and greet her before returning Daddy’s greeting. With a look at Daddy, Uncle Steve had held out his hand to Grace and she’d happily skipped off between the two of them. She should have known something was up when they’d both given in to almost every request with no arguing. Daddy never let her pick shave ice and funnel cake when they went to the pier. Especially not after eating hot dogs for lunch.
Deciding Daddy hadn’t said she had to stay on the bed, only in the room; Grace slipped off the bed and padded over to her back pack. Kneeling down in front of it, she unzipped it and carefully removed two pictures. As she smoothed the edges of them, she sunk down so she was seated in cross-legged in front of the bag.
The first was from when Daddy had first moved to Hawai’i. He’d actually taken her to the same pier and while they’d had a fun day, there’d been an aura of sadness around him. Grace knew it wasn’t her; she knew that Daddy didn’t regret making the decision to move and be near her. Still she knew he missed Grammy and Grandpa and her aunts and Uncle Matty. So she’d done her best to make him smile, even begging him to put her on his shoulders, despite silently thinking she was too old for that. The pier photographer had snapped a picture of them; Grace laughing happily, and Daddy hadn’t even blinked at parting with the five dollars for the picture. She always kept it with her, tucked away in the pocket of her back pack.
The second picture was much newer; she’d actually just gotten it today, and hadn’t even had a chance to look at it. They’d been walking back to the car and Grace had been lagging behind because her feet hurt. Without a word, Uncle Steve had scooped her up and passed her over to Daddy. She hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, when Uncle Steve had rested his hand on Daddy’s back and smoothed a hand over her hair. She’d just lain her head down on Daddy’s shoulder. A moment later, the pier photographer had run up to them and offered the picture. Daddy had looked at it and agreed, but Uncle Steve was the one who’d handed the man the five dollars this time. Now Grace looked down at the photo, her fingers resting on Daddy as she studied the three of them. They had been caught when she was held by both of them and Daddy was looking at both her and Uncle Steve and it was then that she realized. He wasn’t telling her that he loved her any less; just that he loved Uncle Steve, too.
Holding the picture tightly, Grace got to her feet as she considered her options. She had been told to stay here, but she needed to talk to Daddy. Still, if he gave her a chance to speak, she might be able to present her case before she got into more trouble. Marshaling her defense, she slipped from the room.
The first thing she saw when she reached the ground floor was Uncle Steve’s dark haired head. His back was towards her, but she must have made some sound, because he turned as she reached the last step and said something softly. Daddy’s blonde hair appeared a moment later, a frown on his face. “Grace, you were told to stay upstairs,” he said firmly.
She fidgeted with her shirt hem, but faced him squarely. “I want to talk to you, Daddy.” Knowing it would help make her case, she added, “And Uncle Steve.”
Daddy glanced at Uncle Steve, who just raised an eyebrow. “All right,” Daddy said. “Come here.”
Moving around until she was standing in front of them, she made her opening play. “I’m sorry, Daddy, for what I said to you and Uncle Steve.”
“I’m not the only one you need to apologize to, Grace,” Daddy told her. “You hurt my feelings and you hurt Steve’s.” He sat up, swinging his feet down from where they had been resting in Uncle Steve’s lap. Leaning forward, he looked Grace in the eye. “What changed your mind?”
Holding the picture out to Daddy, she explained, “I was looking at this. You love me, but you love Uncle Steve, too.” Looking at the other man, she guessed, “And maybe he loves me, too?”
Steve reached forward, tentatively cupping her cheek when she didn’t pull away from him. “Of course I love you, Grace. If I’d been able to special order a little girl, I couldn’t have picked one more perfect. But I would never want to come between you and your dad.”
Daddy gathered her up, pulling her onto his lap. “Gracie, you’ll always be my girl, but you know behavior like today is not acceptable.”
“I know, Daddy, and I’m sorry,” Grace told him. “I’ll try not to do it again, but can I stay down here for a little while? With you and Uncle Steve? Please?”
Daddy sighed. He tried really hard to be firm with Grace and she was normally so even-tempered that it wasn’t an issue, but when he looked up to see what Steve was thinking, he saw a look not unlike her pleading look on the other man’s face. Sighing, he knew when he was outnumbered. “For a little bit,” he told her. “And then you have to go to bed.”
She snuggled down between the two of them as Uncle Steve (and she needed to find something to call him now that he had a new place in her life) turned the television on low; picking a baseball game that had been recorded earlier without prompting from Daddy. The last thing she remembered was the soft rumble of Daddy’s voice as he disputed an umpire’s call and explained one of the finer points to Uncle Steve, but she didn’t care that she missed the end; she was safe and loved.
Characters: Grace Williams, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Series: N/A
Written For: N/A
Prompt: N/A
Summary: Grace isn’t sure how she feels about sharing her daddy.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This is told in the POV of a child.
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me.
Author's Note: So this isn’t exactly what I was planning to write when I started this, but it kind of grew a life of its own. It started back when the pictures were posted of Scott and Teilor, but I didn’t get around to working on it then. This was written in one sitting and checked as I wrote it by
illfindmyway so special thanks to her since she also gave me some assistance along the way. In addition this is the second story I’ve finished for Writo de Mayo.Grace Williams was not a happy little girl. Now this was not a normal state for her so anyone who knew her would be very surprised to see her at the moment. But she sat on the bed her daddy had ordered her to with her arms crossed and glared at the door. He just was not being fair.
She was well aware that she might be considered spoiled by some, but she was not spoiled by her daddy, unless you could be spoiled by love. Grace had always been a Daddy’s Girl and had never doubted the depth of his love for her, until today. Never before had he sent her to her room—even though this really wasn’t her room other than that she slept here when she spent the weekend with Daddy and they stayed at Uncle Steve’s house—and told her to stay without giving her a time limit. She had never disappointed her daddy before and she couldn’t believe she had done it now.
The day had started so well. Daddy had picked her up at the time Mommy chose and said they were going to the pier with Uncle Steve. Grace had been thrilled. Uncle Steve was fun, even when he wasn’t trying to be. He teased Daddy and tried to convince him to let Grace have things that Daddy thought weren’t good for her. But Daddy smiled easily at him, in a way she hadn’t seen in a long while, and teased him back. When Uncle Steve got him going and Daddy started sputtering, Grace often smiled happily as they argued back and forth. It was the good arguing; the kind that didn’t end in tears. The kind that made her feel warm and safe inside.
Uncle Steve had been waiting for them at the pier, crouching down to slap hands with Grace and greet her before returning Daddy’s greeting. With a look at Daddy, Uncle Steve had held out his hand to Grace and she’d happily skipped off between the two of them. She should have known something was up when they’d both given in to almost every request with no arguing. Daddy never let her pick shave ice and funnel cake when they went to the pier. Especially not after eating hot dogs for lunch.
Deciding Daddy hadn’t said she had to stay on the bed, only in the room; Grace slipped off the bed and padded over to her back pack. Kneeling down in front of it, she unzipped it and carefully removed two pictures. As she smoothed the edges of them, she sunk down so she was seated in cross-legged in front of the bag.
The first was from when Daddy had first moved to Hawai’i. He’d actually taken her to the same pier and while they’d had a fun day, there’d been an aura of sadness around him. Grace knew it wasn’t her; she knew that Daddy didn’t regret making the decision to move and be near her. Still she knew he missed Grammy and Grandpa and her aunts and Uncle Matty. So she’d done her best to make him smile, even begging him to put her on his shoulders, despite silently thinking she was too old for that. The pier photographer had snapped a picture of them; Grace laughing happily, and Daddy hadn’t even blinked at parting with the five dollars for the picture. She always kept it with her, tucked away in the pocket of her back pack.
The second picture was much newer; she’d actually just gotten it today, and hadn’t even had a chance to look at it. They’d been walking back to the car and Grace had been lagging behind because her feet hurt. Without a word, Uncle Steve had scooped her up and passed her over to Daddy. She hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, when Uncle Steve had rested his hand on Daddy’s back and smoothed a hand over her hair. She’d just lain her head down on Daddy’s shoulder. A moment later, the pier photographer had run up to them and offered the picture. Daddy had looked at it and agreed, but Uncle Steve was the one who’d handed the man the five dollars this time. Now Grace looked down at the photo, her fingers resting on Daddy as she studied the three of them. They had been caught when she was held by both of them and Daddy was looking at both her and Uncle Steve and it was then that she realized. He wasn’t telling her that he loved her any less; just that he loved Uncle Steve, too.
Holding the picture tightly, Grace got to her feet as she considered her options. She had been told to stay here, but she needed to talk to Daddy. Still, if he gave her a chance to speak, she might be able to present her case before she got into more trouble. Marshaling her defense, she slipped from the room.
The first thing she saw when she reached the ground floor was Uncle Steve’s dark haired head. His back was towards her, but she must have made some sound, because he turned as she reached the last step and said something softly. Daddy’s blonde hair appeared a moment later, a frown on his face. “Grace, you were told to stay upstairs,” he said firmly.
She fidgeted with her shirt hem, but faced him squarely. “I want to talk to you, Daddy.” Knowing it would help make her case, she added, “And Uncle Steve.”
Daddy glanced at Uncle Steve, who just raised an eyebrow. “All right,” Daddy said. “Come here.”
Moving around until she was standing in front of them, she made her opening play. “I’m sorry, Daddy, for what I said to you and Uncle Steve.”
“I’m not the only one you need to apologize to, Grace,” Daddy told her. “You hurt my feelings and you hurt Steve’s.” He sat up, swinging his feet down from where they had been resting in Uncle Steve’s lap. Leaning forward, he looked Grace in the eye. “What changed your mind?”
Holding the picture out to Daddy, she explained, “I was looking at this. You love me, but you love Uncle Steve, too.” Looking at the other man, she guessed, “And maybe he loves me, too?”
Steve reached forward, tentatively cupping her cheek when she didn’t pull away from him. “Of course I love you, Grace. If I’d been able to special order a little girl, I couldn’t have picked one more perfect. But I would never want to come between you and your dad.”
Daddy gathered her up, pulling her onto his lap. “Gracie, you’ll always be my girl, but you know behavior like today is not acceptable.”
“I know, Daddy, and I’m sorry,” Grace told him. “I’ll try not to do it again, but can I stay down here for a little while? With you and Uncle Steve? Please?”
Daddy sighed. He tried really hard to be firm with Grace and she was normally so even-tempered that it wasn’t an issue, but when he looked up to see what Steve was thinking, he saw a look not unlike her pleading look on the other man’s face. Sighing, he knew when he was outnumbered. “For a little bit,” he told her. “And then you have to go to bed.”
She snuggled down between the two of them as Uncle Steve (and she needed to find something to call him now that he had a new place in her life) turned the television on low; picking a baseball game that had been recorded earlier without prompting from Daddy. The last thing she remembered was the soft rumble of Daddy’s voice as he disputed an umpire’s call and explained one of the finer points to Uncle Steve, but she didn’t care that she missed the end; she was safe and loved.
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7/5/11 22:07 (UTC)I'm almost afraid to ask what exactly Grace said to get her dad this upset.
Great work on this :)
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8/5/11 15:12 (UTC)If you scroll up in the comments to um... lillyg I gave a vague idea of what Grace said. It wasn't so much what she said as the idea that she was just that upset by the news and yelling hurtful words at him.
Thank you, glad you enjoyed. You wouldn't believe the number of times I had to backspace and write "Daddy" instead of "Danny" though.