𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕖 || Jack Grayson & echo

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[Jack Grayson]

HENRY ADAMS xHusband// Father // Genetic Anomalyx "A daughter never really outgrows her daddy's lap"​ ​ They were both stunned by the diagnosis, but they were floored when the doctor told them the cure. Henry and Mia felt like they didn't understand. It didn't make any sense! Mia cleared her throat and nervously toyed with her hair in a futile attempt to calm herself down before saying, "Can you please explain again." The doctor sighed regretfully and scratched his forehead. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm afraid there is no other way. Your daughter, Lily, has a very rare, degenerative disease. As a result, there hasn't been much research into it, unfortunately. Her body will start deteriorating rapidly. She'll lose all motor function. She'll lose the ability to speak. Then, her mind will go. Most patients with this disease don't live past 21. And as you've noticed, the degeneration has already begun. If we act quickly, her tremors and fatigue will most likely stop and she'll essentially be cured. If we wait, there's a chance she might lose function in those trembling limbs. From there, she'll quickly lose function everywhere else." "The cure!" Mia shouted. "I want you to explain the cure! Again!" Henry tried to subtly calm his wife down by placing his hand on her knee, but she swatted him away. "I'm sure you understand how stressful this is for us?" He said to the doctor, feeling his own anxiety creep up on him. The doctor nodded before clearing his throat. "Essentially, your husband is the cure. Less than one percent of men carry the protein that can alleviate your daughter's symptoms. It just so happens that your husband carries that protein in his… semen... And…" "The delivery method! Explain that again!" Mia shouted, her voice becoming more and more unhinged. "Like I said, there is only one possible method of delivery. The protein is so sensitive that any other delivery method could destroy it, rendering it useless. Your husband needs to… " The doctor nervously stumbled over the right word. "He'll need to… inject it… directly… himself…" Mia broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as Henry just sat there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the doctor. He couldn't seriously believe any of this either "There has to be another way!" Mia said through choking sobs. "You can't expect my husband and daughter to do THAT! He's her father!" The doctor sighed once again as he lifted his glasses to rub his eyes. "The only other option is to make her as comfortable as possible until she–" "STOP!" Mia shouted. "Don't say it!" Then she looked at her husband, her sobs becoming more and more pathetic with each passing moment. "What are we going to do, Henry?" That was the big question, wasn't it? Needless to say, the drive home from the doctor's office was silent and unbearably tense. Henry didn't realize just how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, so hard that the knuckles on his large hands had turned white. He and his wife didn't even look at each other the entire time. But as he pulled into the driveway of their house in that quiet suburban neighborhood, Mia finally broke the silence. "We're really going to do this?" she asked, her voice trembling like she was on the verge of tears. "YOU are really going to do this?" Henry sighed as he stared straight ahead at the garage door in front of him, still gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it. Then, he ran his hands through his short, dark brown hair as he looked over at his wife, the woman he loved, whom he had dedicated his entire life to. His piercing, forest green gaze looked as if they were peering right into her soul. "Do we have another choice?" he said, his voice somewhat cold and stern, bordering on resentful for the question she asked. "You heard what the doctor said. If we don't do this… If I don't do this… she won't live past her early twenties… If we don't act soon, her body could suffer irreparable damage. Is that what you want?" Mia started sobbing, covering her face with both hands. Henry sighed once again, but this time the sigh was filled with frustration and anger. Why did his wife need to make this more difficult than it already was? Did she think this was going to be easy or enjoyable for him? No… it wasn't going to be either of those things… Pulling her face from her hands, Mia stared at her husband with bleary eyes and tear stained cheeks. "This is going to ruin her for the rest of her life… Her first time with her dad? How much therapy is she going to need in the future?" "At least she'll be alive to get that therapy, Mia!" Henry said angrily. "This is just a medical procedure… that's all this is. A way to save her life! You see how her hands and legs are already trembling? Who knows how long we have until she can't walk? Until she can't use her hands anymore? You heard the doctor! Once the motor functions are gone, they're gone forever!" Mia started sobbing again. She knew her husband was right, but the thought of her husband having sex with their daughter was repulsive and unbearable. "You'll hurt her," she said meekly as she glanced at his crotch. And that was probably true. At 6'3" and with an athletic physique, Henry was a mountain of a man. Henry growled. "Shots hurt, Mia… And that's all this is. We have to think of it as a life saving injection. Yes, it's not a normal way of delivering medicine, but her disease isn't normal either!" He paused as anger stewed inside of him. "Why are you making this even more difficult than it already is?! Do you think I want to do this?! When our daughter was born, I promised to do anything and everything to protect her! That's what this is! We're saving her life!" Mia started sobbing even harder. "She's just so young… and so innocent…" Wiping her tears from her face and trying to compose herself, she said, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I know this is hard for you too. And you're right… about all of it…" After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down even more, she continued, "How do we tell her? What if she refuses? We can't force this on her, can we? That would be even more traumatizing!" Henry sighed yet again. "We'll cross that bridge when we reach it. For now, we tell her exactly what the doctor told us. We tell her plainly, simply. If she wants to feel better, if she wants to be cured, this is the only way." "Can you tell her?" Mia asked sheepishly. "Yes," Henry responded, matter of factly. "Now, let's stop delaying the inevitable." Mia nodded as Henry turned off the car and exited. His hands were trembling as he opened the door to their home. Once inside, he called out to his daughter. "Can you come down to the kitchen, baby girl?" he said sweetly. "We just got back from the doctor, and we have some good news." Henry didn't know why, but he started straightening out his dress shirt and slacks, attempting to make himself look more presentable like that might help this news go down a bit smoother. Sitting at the kitchen table, he tried his best to smile and act casual to make this all as nonthreatening and comfortable and seemingly normal as possible. ​ ​ ​

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LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝ My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song. ❞ — Lillian Adams[/I]​ ​ Sitting at the grand piano, Lillian's fingers lightly rested on the keys as she took a deep breath to steady herself before she began. The concert hall was silent with the anticipation of the audience. This was the moment she had worked so hard for, the culmination of years of practice and passion, but something felt... off. It had begun a few months ago, a strange tremble in her hands—just slightly, at first, and usually, it would go away after a few moments, but this time, when she tried to will them to be still, to obey as they had, her body refused. As the first notes began to fill the room, she tried to lose herself in the music, but the shaking worsened. Her fingers stumbled over a passage she had played flawlessly a hundred times before. A flicker of panic sparked in her chest, but she forced herself to continue and push through. She had to finish. Then, the dizziness hit. The edges of her vision blurred, the keys swam before her eyes, and before she could process what was happening, everything tilted, and her world went dark. A gasp rippled through the audience as she slumped forward, the last chord ringing in abrupt dissonance. The next thing Lily knew, she was waking up in a hospital bed, the harsh fluorescent lights above making her head ache. Her parents had been there at first—worried, hovering—but now, they were gone, speaking with the doctor. Alone in the quiet room, Lily stared at her hands. They still trembled. 'What if this never goes away? What if I can't ever play again?' Her inner thoughts were making her stomach twist into knots. She curled her fingers into fists, willing them to be steady, but they refused. Tears began to burn in her eyes. Music was her everything—her voice, her soul—and now, it was slipping away from her grasp like sand through her fingers. She had no idea what the doctor would say when her parents returned, but deep down, she was afraid. Afraid that no treatment, no miracle, could give her back what she had lost. Lily had been staring at the ceiling when the door finally creaked open. Her parents stepped inside, their faces unreadable, but she could see the worry lingering in her mother's eyes and the tight set of her father's jaw. They didn't say much; they just helped her gather her things. Her father's hand reached out and gave her hand a warm but hesitant squeeze as they left the room and made their way towards the elevator. ​ The days stretched into weeks, and Lily could feel herself fading. Her body grew weaker, her legs were unsteady when she walked, and her hands were more uncooperative than ever. Some mornings, she barely had the energy to sit at the piano, and when she did, frustration burned through her as her fingers betrayed her. The music didn't sound like hers anymore. Then, the call finally came. The test results were in. Her parents left that morning to speak with the doctor, this time not just for her but for themselves. They had been tested too, to see if the illness was buried in their genes, if this thing stealing her strength had been passed down through blood. Now, Lily sat curled up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket despite the warmth of the room. The house was too quiet. The waiting was unbearable, every second stretching longer than the last. She traced the lines of her palm, willing her hands to be still, but the tremors remained. What if there was no cure? What if this was just her life now, watching her body fail her, waiting for something she couldn't fight? The sound of the front door unlocking jolted her from her thoughts. Her parents were home. Lily held her breath as their footsteps approached; her mother's hesitant and slow, her father's heave with something unsaid. "I take it the news was not good news, then?" By the looks on their faces, tear-streaked and furrowed, she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear what they had to say. But she had no choice... ​ ​ ​

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[Jack Grayson]

HENRY ADAMS xHusband// Father // Genetic Anomalyx "A daughter never really outgrows her daddy's lap"​ ​ As much as Henry was trying to keep his cool for the sake of his daughter and act like everything was totally fine, Mia's expression and her tear stained cheeks betrayed the anxiety and the tension of the entire situation. He had wanted to frame everything as good news and hopefully get Lily on board with accepting the cure, but that would certainly be a bit of a struggle now. Still, he needed to try. Looking into his daughter's eyes, he said, "It is good news." Then, he looked at his wife who was fighting the urge to break down once again. "In the grand scheme of things… big picture… this is great news, right?" Mia just nodded as she wiped the corner of her eye. The subtle glare with which Henry had been looking at his wife softened once she nodded, and he took a moment to take a breath and compose himself as he scrambled to figure out how to best tell his daughter this news. "So…" he nervously cleared his throat as he absently adjusted his collar, "Dr. Williams has apparently found a cure for your condition. After the cure is administered, your body will return back to the way it was… no more tremors, no more brian fog, no more fatigue or aching muscles and joints." He smiled when he saw his little girl's eyes light up, the first genuine light he'd seen in her eyes in quite a while, which only made what he had to say next feel all the more difficult. "Before we start celebrating just yet, we need to talk about what the cure entails." He looked over at Mia. "Your mother and I made sure to ask Dr. Williams about the process several times, so that there wouldn't be any confusion." Mia nodded and she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. Turning back to his daughter, he smiled, though it was abundantly clear that his smile was hiding a certain amount of anxiety. "Remember when we all took those blood tests? Well, they apparently found something interesting in my DNA. It holds the key to your cure, one particular protein to be specific." In his peripheral vision he could see his wife becoming a bit agitated. She probably thought he was beating around the bush, but he was just trying to make this as clear and simple and nonthreatening and easy to follow as possible, so he just tried his best to ignore her. "The only issue is the delivery method, which is kind of like a shot. But see, this protein is apparently very sensitive. Normal medical tools can neutralize it and make it useless, so it wouldn't be exactly like taking a normal shot, but…" "Jesus Christ, Henry!" Mia snapped. "Just tell the girl!" Henry's head slowly turned in the direction of his wife, and he gave her a stern look that said, 'You're the one who asked me to tell her!' But apparently Mia had enough. Something about the way he was explaining this to her like she was a small child made this feel all the more perverse. And for some reason that she didn't consciously understand at the moment, it made her angry. "She's a woman," Mia explained. "She can handle it." Clearing her throat to compose herself a bit more, she looked at her daughter and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and she prepared to take the reins of the conversation. "The protein your father is talking about is in his semen. You know what that is. You've taken sex ed. In order for the cure to work, he needs to ejaculate inside of you…" Mia huffed, as if a large burden had been lifted from her shoulders. But with that feeling of relief also came tears once again. She tried her best to hold them back, but she couldn't. Standing up, she muttered an apology before leaving the kitchen, her face in her hands to hide her sobs. She couldn't bear to see her daughter's reaction to this type of news. Henry sighed as he nervously ran a hand through his beard and then his hair. "That's the gist, kiddo," he said, a confusing myriad of emotions on his face that ultimately looked a bit like bewilderment and disbelief over the whole situation. "Dr. Williams says it only needs to be a one time thing. It's… it's really just a procedure at the end of the day when you really think about it. An unorthodox procedure, but this is the only chance we've got at getting you healthy, baby girl…" His eyes started brimming with tears as he paused to let it all sink in. "I'm sure you've got plenty of questions, and I'm ready to answer all of them as best I can. I… I know this isn't an ideal situation, but it's all we've got." ​ ​ ​

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LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song.❞ — Lillian Adams​ Her eyes darted between her parents the moment they stepped into the room. Her father wore the mask—that carefully controlled expression he always put on when he was uncertain, when he didn't know how to soften a blow. Her mother, in contrast, made no attempt to hide her emotions. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and more still welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. Lily's heart pounded in her chest. Was it bad news? Was this it? But then, her mother's lips quivered, and though she said nothing, there was something in her face—a fragile hope breaking through the grief. Her father shifted beside her, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. That was when Lily knew. There was a cure. Relief crashed over her in a dizzying wave. She wasn't going to waste away. She wasn't going to lose herself, her music, her life. For the first time in weeks, the suffocating fear loosened its grip on her chest, letting her breathe. Tentatively, Lillian nodded along with her mother, not quite trusting herself to speak out loud. So many questions were chasing the other in her mind, all of them big and important. She didn't want to make things worse, but she couldn't ignore how this new information made her feel. How could this possibly be good news if her mother was as distraught as she seemed? Could it be that simple? The relief she had felt just a few moments ago had been replaced with anticipation and excitement, sure, but now, trepidation when her father continued about what the cure entailed, giving her pause. Sensing her mother's discomfort and growing concern, she glanced at her; seeing it etched clearly on her face despite her attempts to remain stoic. Lillian's mind reeled as she processed these shocking revelations. Semen? Ejaculate inside of her? Her cheeks flused crimson as the implication of her mother's blunt words sunk in. "Y-you mean... a-as in..." She stammered, unable to even voice the lewd act. Her heart hammered in her chest as a whirlwind of emotions swept through her—confusion, embarrassment, disbelief, but also, deep down, a spark of undeniable curiosity. She had always been open-minded and adventurous, but this went beyond anything she had ever imagined. "I can't believe this is happening..." Lillian whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She could scarely comprehend what her parents were telling her. A cure existed for her condition, but the method of delivery was... unconventional, to say the least. The thought of being so intimately close to her own father made her stomach churn with shame and guilt. She had never considered anything like this before, but now that the possibility was laid out before her, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. 'Just imagine—no more pain, no more tremors, no more feeling exhausted all of the time,' the voice in the back of her mind practically screamed. 'And if the price for that is giving yourself to your father, then perhaps that is a sacrifice you'd be willing to make, Lily. After all, he's always been there for you, loving and supportive. Maybe this is just another way he can take care of you, even if it is a bit... forbidden.' Feeling trapped between her inner thoughts and the moral line, she turned to her father for guidance. "D-do I have to do this, Daddy?" she managed to choke out of her tight throat. "Is there no other way? Can't we just... wait? Maybe they'll find something else?" ​ ​ ​ ​ ​

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[Jack Grayson]

HENRY ADAMS xHusband// Father // Genetic Anomalyx "A daughter never really outgrows her daddy's lap"​ ​ His daughter's questions broke his heart. Even at seventeen, she still called him Daddy, and while that had usually been a point of pride for the man, that he and his daughter were still so close when his coworkers often said that their teenage daughters wouldn't even look at them, right then the moniker made the moment even that much harder to bear. Because he was her Daddy. And what he needed to do was the last thing a father should ever engage in with his little girl. But if they wanted to save her, what other choice did they have? Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes as he gently grabbed his daughter's trembling hand. He didn't know if she was trembling as a result of her condition or from the obvious anxiety that this news undoubtedly precipitated. Most likely, it was a result of both things, but he decided to focus on the idea that it came from her illness. "We could…" he admitted. "Wait… But the trembling is only going to get worse." He looked down at his daughter's hand as he rubbed her fingers with his thumb. "At some point, your fingers will stop working, and when that happens, no cure will ever bring them back, meaning no more piano. Part of the problem is that we don't know exactly when that will happen." He heard the sounds of soft sobbing from the living room where Mia appeared to be listening in still, and he suddenly found his mind scrambling for another alternative, another solution that perhaps the doctors overlooked. He knew he wasn't qualified to come up with alternative remedies, but he felt like he needed to do something. Lily had always looked up to him, like he was her hero, and he wanted to be her hero in this situation too. He didn't want to let her down. He found himself thinking about the protein that existed in his semen. It was rare, but just how rare was it? Maybe other men in his family had it too? But as soon as that thought entered his mind, he threw it out. As much as it would pain him to do what needed to be done, especially considering Lily's very normal reluctance to it all, he didn't know what he would do if it turned out that his brother or–God forbid–his father turned out to be other viable options. Just the thought of it made him sick, and without consciously realizing it, Henry found himself becoming very possessive of his little girl. If anyone was going to cure her, it was going to be him… no one else. Mia, having composed herself a bit, walked back into the kitchen as she wiped her eyes. "Your father and I were talking," she explained. "We just need to treat this like it's an experimental procedure. No one will ever know. We'll tell the family that…" She was searching for an explanation that the extended family would accept without question. "We'll say it was some experimental gene therapy!" Her eyes suddenly got a bit brighter now that she had concocted a reasonable response. Sitting down next to her daughter at the kitchen table, she said, "You don't need to think of this as sex, okay? It's a procedure. That's all. No one will ever know! And for all intents and purposes you will still be a virgin. People lose their hymens all the time through random accidents. Your aunt Cathy lost it horseback riding!" She looked up at Henry for a second before returning her gaze back to her daughter. "And I think I speak for both your father and I when I say that we want you to have total control over how this all happens. We could treat it just like a shot… Your father can… umm… prepare himself… and when he's good and ready, it should only take a matter of seconds! It'll be nothing at all…" Henry understood the idea, but for some reason it didn't sit well with him. It'd be like treating his daughter like some sort of breeding mare. But was the alternative? The alternative was having a sexual experience with his daughter. Did she really want that? Suddenly, he started asking himself other questions, like where this would all happen? Would she want her bedroom tainted with that memory? They certainly couldn't do it in his and Mia's bed, could they? Maybe it wouldn't be in a bed at all. But then a dread came over him when he wondered if he'd actually be able to perform. Mia made it sound so easy, but would he actually be able to get hard and maintain an erection for his daughter? He couldn't think of all of those things just then. It was all too much. Instead, he just nodded and said, "Whatever you want. Whatever makes you the most comfortable, we'll do. Maybe we can hold out for a bit and hope that the doctors can come up with something else, but if the tremors start to get worse, or if you feel that your fingers or your arms or your legs are starting to go stiff, we'll need to act fast." ​ ​ ​

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LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song.❞ — Lillian Adams​ "Whatever you want. Whatever makes you the most comfortable, we'll do." In that moment, time itself seemed to slow. The ticking of the clock grew fainter, as if it too were waiting with bated breath for Lily's decision. The world with all its cruel uncertainties receded, leaving only the three of them, suspended in a delicate, crystaline moment. The faint tremble of her father's hand, still clasped around hers, though she knew the trembling had been her own, was a poignant reminder of the desperation that had driven them to this moment. "I...I need some time to think," she whispered, her words barely audible, yet they seemed to hang in the air like a challenge. The faint nod of her father's head, the gentle squeeze of his hand, and the soft, reassuring smile of her mother, all seemed to coalesce into a sense of solidarity, something Lily wondered how long it would last until the act itself was done. The silence that followed was a palpable thing, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with the weight of their collective anxiety. As she sat there, suspended in a sea of uncertainty, Lily's mind became a kaleidoscope of thoughts, each one tumbling over the other in a maddening dance. She felt the rough texture of her father's hand, the gentle pressure of his fingers, and the warmth of his skin, all of which seemed to anchor her to the present, even as her thoughts threatened to catapult her into a future filled with the unknown.​ As the hours ticked by, Lily's room became a refuge, a sanctuary from the cataclysm that had erupted in the household. Shortly after she had retreated to the safety of her bedroom, the silent shouts that were locked within her parents' throats burst to the surface. Normally, when her parents would argue, she would sit at her keyboard that sat in a place of honour by her window, overlooking their backyard, and play to her heart's content and at the highest volume to block out the noise of their arguments. Yet, even with her weakness and unsteady hands, she would never be able to focus... Her mind was a thousand miles away, consumed by the decision that would ultimately change her life. Not only would she be trading in the oh-so-valued virginity card for her life, but it would be handed over to her father of all people. Her parents' argument, though muffled by her closed bedroom door, did not make her decision-making process any easier. If anything, their argument was intensifying, making it worse. Words spilling out in a rush of accusations and blame. Lily's mother's voice, usually a comforting sound, had turned into a sharp jarring noise, while her father's deep voice carried a separation that made her heart ache. The words themselves were indistinct, lost in translation through the muffling of the door, but the emotions they conveyed were all too clear. Her mother's anguish and her father's frustration were swirled together in a toxic mix that threatened to consume her. She changed into a pair of heather-grey loose-fitting cotton shorts and the oversized graphic t-shirt she stole from her father's dresser. Lily couldn't remember if her father listened to The Eagles, but it served its purpose and smelled like him. With a heavy sigh, she could at least admit to feeling a little more comfortable, but not much. Putting in her earbuds, she flipped on her playlist and turned the volume up to drown out her parents' exchange. She knew that it was her fault for getting sick... It was her fault for being an anomaly... It was her fault... Laying down on her bed, she knew she had made her decision. She wouldn't go through with it. She couldn't tear her parents apart... Or so she believed the decision had been made... Waking up to the sound of her earbuds 'Low Battery' warning, she sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes after reading the clock on her nightstand to be sure it really was 2:47 in the morning. Removing the plastic noise cancellers, she heard the rain softly hitting her window and silence. Her body felt like lead, but despite the exhaustion that threatened to consume her, she was determined to get out of bed, to prove to herself that she was still in control. With a Herculean effort, Lily swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air like limp puppets. She took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs, and slowly stood up, her legs trembling beneath her. The room seemed to spin, a dizzying vortex of colors and shadows, but she gritted her teeth, determined to shake it off and make it to the kitchen. As she made it into the hall, the silence of the house felt deafening, knowing that her mother wasn't home. She couldn't take being under the same roof as Lily and her father if they were to go through with the... 'procedure'. Lily's father had tried to talk to her, to reason with her, but she had pushed him away, unable to bear the thought of discussing it further. She reached the kitchen, the lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare over the room. Lily's eyes scanned the space, her gaze settling on the sink, where a glass of water seemed to beckon her like an oasis in the desert. She took a step forward, her legs trembling, and then another, her hand reaching out to grasp the counter. But it was too much. Her body gave out, her legs collapsing beneath her like fragile twigs. She felt herself falling, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to grab onto something, anything, to break her fall. The counter seemed to rush up to meet her, a blur of ceramic and steel, and then she was crashing down, dishes and glasses shattering on the floor around her. Lily lay there, her head spinning, her ears ringing from the sound of breaking glass. Her eyes began to sting with tears as she looked at the mess that lay around her. She heard her father rush into the room, his face a mask of concern, his eyes scanning her body as if searching for injuries. And then he saw her face, the look in her eyes, and his expression changed. It was as if he saw something... Something that made his heart sink. Lily felt a sob well up in her throat, and she knew she couldn't hold it back. The tears began to flow, hot and bitter, as she realized that she had made her decision. "I'll do it," she whispered.​ ​ ​ ​ ​

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[Jack Grayson]

HENRY ADAMS xHusband// Father // Genetic Anomalyx "A daughter never really outgrows her daddy's lap"​ ​ She needed time to think, and that was perfectly reasonable. Henry pressed his bearded lips together to form a subtle, understanding smile and nodded as he patted his daughter's hand. "Sleep on it," he said. "We can talk in the morning." He watched as Lily walked off to her room, and once she was out sight, his eyes drifted to his wife who seemed to be growing more agitated once again. "Do you think she'll say no?" a confusing mix of worry and relief in her tone. "Let's not talk about this here, okay?" he said, the weight of his exhaustion readily apparent in his voice. "It's been a long day, and I need a shower." Mia nodded and they both retreated to the master bedroom upstairs. Henry did need a shower, but he also just needed to be alone. He needed to be away from his wife, if only for a little while. He'd been trying so hard to remain cool, calm, and collected through all of this, but Mia's intense anxiety had a way of increasing his own. He was usually her rock, the source of her comfort, the one person in the world who could calm her down. But that wasn't the case now. Because of what he needed to do, he was one of two primary sources of anxiety in her life rather than her respite. And since he was unable to effectively calm her down, he knew he just needed to walk away for a bit, for his own sanity and for hers. And so he took a long, hot shower. He'd been hoping to clear his mind, but that was apparently impossible. His thoughts kept returning to his daughter, to how this would all happen. Unlike Mia, he had no doubts that she would say yes. It was just a matter of when she would finally say it. And when that happened, what would he do? They'd told Lily that she'd have control over how this all transpired, but he knew his daughter. She was a strong person, but would she actually have the courage to tell him how she wanted this to go down? He doubted it. He doubted any daughter would have the courage to tell their father how they'd prefer to be fucked and inseminated. Because that's what was going to happen, right? They could use all the euphemisms they wanted. They could call it a procedure, but they'd both know what it actually meant. So, he figured he would ultimately have to take the lead. But would he be able to get aroused for his little girl? Standing there under the shower head, water cascading down his body, he tried to imagine Lily and her body as if she weren't his daughter. Eventually, she wasn't even Lily anymore in his mind. She was just a faceless, seventeen year old girl. A slender but shapely little girl who needed him and his cum. He tried to imagine what this girl might look like in the nude. He tried to imagine the curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts. Feeling his manhood begin to grow, he took it in his hand and as he began to stroke, he grew firmer. The naked, faceless girl in his mind needed him, wanted him, was desperate for him. And that's where the fantasy ended. Because she didn't want him. She wasn't desperate for him, at least not in the way he'd been imagining. That girl was his daughter, and she was essentially being forced into all of this out of necessity. Feeling dirty, which was quite the feat considering that he was in the shower, he released his manhood and reached for the handle of the shower to turn on the cold water. The last thing he needed was to walk into the bedroom and have Mia see him hard after everything that had happened that day. Done with the shower, he stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, and as he did he eyed his body in the mirror. He'd been concerned about being able to become aroused for his daughter, but would she be able to become aroused by him? He was in pretty good shape for a man his age. He worked out and had a mostly athletic physique with a somewhat defined chest and muscular arms, but he was just a bit soft around the middle like any average man might be at his age. He stared at his cock, still somewhat hard. He knew he was large. Would it hurt her like Mia said? Would she have second thoughts the second it was inside her? Or would she be brave and bite the bullet? Henry was torn from his thoughts when the bathroom door suddenly opened. "Are you avoiding me?!" Mia accused. "You've been in here for an hour!" Clearly shocked from the intrusion, he couldn't formulate words right away, and just when he felt like he could, he saw his wife's eyes fall to his crotch. Her eyes widened in disgust. "Oh my god… are… are you fucking hard right now?" She left the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Henry quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom to explain himself, but Mia was already pulling luggage out of the closet. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mia stopped him. "Not a word, Henry," she yelled. "Not a fucking word, understand?" She started haphazardly throwing clothes into the luggage. "I'm going to my mom's. You call me when this is all over. I can't be in this house when… when you…" It was clear that she was unable to finish what she wanted to say. "Can I explain myself?" Henry said angrily. "No! Because I don't fucking care! I understand that you're… you're… probably doing whatever you need to do, okay? But I don't want to see it. I don't know about it. I don't want to talk about it. I know this needs to happen, but I don't want any part of this. I'm NOT part of this." The last bit is what appeared to hurt the most to say. Henry understood, and just watched on silently as she finished packing her bags and left. Now alone, he dressed himself in his typical night time attire, a pair of boxer shorts, and finished his routine. He knew that sleep wasn't going to come easily. Not only did he have Lily to worry about, but now he had to wonder what all of this was going to do to his marriage. Could they survive it? Could any marriage? Surely, Mia would come around? It was only going to be a one time thing. They'd never even need to talk about it. He doubted any of them would ever think to bring it up. He stayed up late into the night reading in a desperate attempt to take his mind off of things. At some point, he drifted off, but it was a fitful and hardly restful sleep. So it was no wonder that he woke to the sound of his daughter's bedroom door opening. A wave of anxiety washed over him for a moment when he wondered if she was coming to tell him her decision, but then he heard the creaking of the stairs and he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. She was probably just getting a glass of water like she usually did. He tried to close his eyes again, but almost as soon as he felt like he might be drifting off again, he heard a loud crash. His fatherly instincts kicked in, and he popped out of bed. Racing down the stairs, he yelled, "Lily? Are you okay?" She wasn't. She was on the floor, but luckily it didn't look like she was injured. Rushing up to her, he crouched down beside her, but before he could say anything, he saw a welling up of emotion on her face, and that's when she said it. She wanted the cure. Henry nodded as tears brimmed his own eyes. Stroking her hair, he said, "Okay, baby girl… Okay…" All of his fears and anxieties seemed to dissipate. It was no longer a matter of whether he could do this. He had to do this… for her. He scooped her up into his arms like she weighed nothing at all as he said, "Come on, let's get you back to bed." When they arrived at her bedroom, he gently set her down on the mattress before taking a seat on the edge beside her. "I think we may have put a bit too much pressure on you with the whole… having you decide how this all happens, especially since you've never done it before. If you have any ideas, then by all means let me know, okay? Otherwise, I… I hope you can just put your trust in me. I'm willing to take the lead on this if you want so you don't really have to think about it. You'd just have to trust me…" ​ ​ ​

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[echo]

LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song.❞ — Lillian Adams​ ​ "You'll just have to trust me..."​ He was willing to take the lead... which had been a small relief, especially since she hadn't the slightest clue on how to go about it in the first place. Sure, she had friends at school who talked about how they would 'seduce' their boyfriends during their dates. There had been one friend that neither of her parents liked, and for good reason, who had often bragged in the locker room during changeout about what had transpired over the weekends. Lily had a hard time believing half of what came out of Holly's mouth, but now, she had hoped that some of it had been true. Like, that it didn't hurt too much. Now that she was faced with that possibility, at least having her first time with the man who would never hurt her would mean he would be gentle.... right? Sitting in the awkward silence, she didn't know if she had the courage to ask any questions that were in the tornado that was her mind and she wasn't sure if she should just rip her clothes off like a bandaid to get the balls rolling on this 'procedure' already so it can be over and done with. Especially if it was only the one time... It was only going to be one time... right? No more weakness, no more trembling hands, no more exhaustion gone, with one time? It sounded too good to be true. Like it was a one of those scap timeshares her best friends parents managed to get suckered into. 'A one time purchase and you're good for the full five years!' Utter bullshit and now, her parents are stuck in a fifteen year contract. "So..." she began, trying to work up the nerve to broach the one question, okay, maybe two questions that had been blinking in her head like a neon sign at a rave. "We only have to do this once... Right? Just the one time?" Willing herself to relax, she sighed, the reality had already set in when she had sunk to the kitchen floor. It wasn't like the man beside her was some stranger off the street. She could tell him everything, and did. He had been her best friend since before she had even known what that word even meant. He was her rock. If she fell and skinned her knee, it had been him she cried for. His kisses that made everything better. Sure she loved her mother, but no one compared to her father. That had probably been the reason she didn't take an interest in any of the boys at school, now that she was truly faced with it. A crush on a math teacher had been the only thing close to her even thinking about... boys. But now... "Do we make this one time count," she tried to laugh, to lighten the awkwardness a little. "Or, do we do this quick? I know the first time is supposed to hurt, and I would prefer to avoid it, but..." The more she spoke, the more flustered with what she wanted to say she became. It was dumb to worry about that part. She should be worrying about the whole damn situation. She felt as though she should remove the clothes, but at the same time, should she just remove her shorts? Would it be more comfortable without the t-shirt hugging her neck? She wasn't wearing a bra, so maybe she should keep the shirt on? A small and silly relief stemmed from knowing her last esthetician appointment had been recent, not that it should have mattered, especially not to her father. Then again, he was a man, and most men appreciated well-maintained gardens— 'The fuck, Lil?! Just stop with the bush talk, already,' her inner self screamed out, luckily, just in her mind. "Are you sure about this, Daddy," she asked, wishing she hadn't of used the term she had since she learned to talk. "Last chance to change your mind..." ​ ​ ​

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[Jack Grayson]

HENRY ADAMS xHusband// Father // Genetic Anomalyx "A daughter never really outgrows her daddy's lap"​ ​ "Just one time," he said, hoping to reassure her. "That's what the doctor said." He didn't blame her for wanting to verify that this would only happen once. He didn't take it as a slight against him. Neither of them were necessarily enthusiastic about this happening. They were just doing it because they needed to. Henry would take all of the awkward questions in stride. He was the adult here, and he'd been his little girl's rock since the day she was born. She could do or say whatever she wanted. Nothing would stop him from loving her or doing what needed to be done in order to save her. But the next question certainly took him aback. She asked if she they should make this one time count or if they should make it quick, and while it was said in jest, he couldn't help but read into it a bit. Was she actually considering the idea of having a full sexual experience with him? Her father? It felt a little unsettling at first to consider that she might be thinking that way, but ultimately it made him a bit more relaxed about the whole situation because it seemed like a small bit of evidence that she wasn't completely disgusted by what they needed to do, that she thought pleasure was possible with him. When she explained that she'd like to avoid pain if possible, he let his large hand fall to her thigh, just above her knee, and squeezed in the way he often would when he would try to comfort her while giving her some bad news. Sighing, he said, "I'll try my best to be as gentle as I can, but unfortunately I think at least a little bit of pain is unavoidable, baby girl." His moniker for her, the one he had used for her since the day she was born, suddenly felt awkward as it rolled off his tongue, probably because of the conversation they were having about the pain she might feel when he ultimately penetrated her. But he tried not to dwell on it because she was his baby girl. She'd always be his baby girl no matter what. "There's things we can do, though, to make it less painful." He stopped talking as he tried to figure out how to best broach the subject of foreplay, but he decided it might be best to avoid the conversation altogether. "But just leave that to me, okay? I know what to do." And then his precious little girl tried to give him one last way out. She even called him "Daddy" while doing it. And while he could sense a little awkwardness in his daughter for using that term just then, he just smiled warmly, trying to show her that nothing she could do or say would make him feel awkward about this. The truth of the matter was that he liked that she could still call him daddy even in the midst of such a tense moment. Hopefully, it was a sign that what they were about to do would change nothing between them. His heart would break if for some reason she couldn't look at him as her Daddy after all of this. This was all about him performing his fatherly duties, after all, wasn't it? He had the means to cure his daughter's fatal illness. What kind of father would he be if he didn't do it? "And miss out on hearing you play piano again?" He said with a smile. "Not a chance. On the day you were born, I swore to you that I would do everything in power to keep you safe and healthy. That's all this is." He let his words sink in for a second before saying, "Now come on, let's just lay down on the bed and try to get comfortable. "On your back," he instructed as he reached for Lily's phone that was sitting on her nightstand. As always, there was a playlist that had been paused on her home screen. He pressed play to continue it and set it back down, hoping that some light background noise would be a helpful distraction from the tension that silence tended to bring. Maybe it would even help her dissociate a bit if that's what she wanted. Laying on his side beside her, he said, "Now just close your eyes, okay? And take deep breaths. And remember, trust." He was hoping the closed eyes, the deep breaths, and the music would help her to relax and focus solely on the sensations. Henry would be following his own advice as well, closing his eyes to help him imagine that this woman he was touching wasn't his daughter. He'd also try to avoid speaking as much as possible. Extending his large, calloused hand, he gently slid it under her shirt and started massaging the soft flesh of her stomach. It was something that Lily would have been used to. He rubbed her stomach in that bed on countless nights through the years. And he stayed there for sometime, rubbing in rhythm to the beat of the music that was playing lightly in the background, a rhythm that almost felt hypnotic. But as hypnotic as it may have been and even though his eyes were closed, he was eventually faced with the stark reality of what he would need to do next. If he wanted to make this as least painful as possible for his little girl, he would need to try and increase her arousal. And so his hand started drifting lower and lower until his pinky was grazing against the waistband of her shorts. But then he suddenly had second thoughts. Was he moving too fast? Should he focus on other erogenous zones first? His hand started slowly drifting back up her torso, like the hand that had been threatening to slide beneath her shorts had been a tease. And then he found her breast. Taking it into his large hand, he squeezed gently. He tried to focus solely on the sensation of a young, supple breast in his hand. He went back to what he imagined in the shower, the faceless girl, and that's when his own arousal started to grow. The second he felt it happen, he slowly released her breast and went back to her stomach. His growing manhood at touching his daughter in that way had not only come as a shock that he was trying to recover from, but he also wanted to gauge Lily's reaction to what he'd done. ​ ​ ​

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[echo]

LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song.❞ — Lillian Adams ​ ​ ​ Taking a deep breath, Lily did as he instructed, and laid on her back on the bed, trying her damnedest to calm her nerves. It helped when he had turned on her playlist to have something fill the silence and awkward breathing. She stiffened, only slightly, when she felt his hand on her belly, the gesture bringing back memories of her childhood when she wasn't feeling well. As his large hand massaged her stomach, she couldn't help but think about how surreal this moment was. How familiar his touch was, yet it had felt so very different now, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had built up inside. The nervous energy was palpable and the song that had been playing, though one of her favourite haunting tunes to get lost in, it was not helping her feel any better about having it played with her father. She squeezed her eyes tighter when his hand shifted, and grasped her breast. She couldn't deny the pleasantness of the attention shown, but... her dad had been the one to do it. He was trying... trying to help her... "When will we finally.... breeeaaaathee?" The song picked up and she tried to relax, focusing on the music, but then the crescendo hit and she stilled his hand. Even though she could feel him hardening against her thigh, she just... couldn't. "D—Dad, stop for a minute," she stammered out quietly, her body still weak from whatever that damned disease was. Despite the weakness, she was able to lift up enough to shimmy her shorts down her legs. Dangling the cotton from her foot, she kicked it free from her foot, not bothering to close her legs. "I'm going to lose my nerve... if we're going to do this, let's just get it over with..."​ The days that followed had been... awkward, to say the least. The weakness had left her limbs, the exhaustion she had felt had gone, though her current fatigue had everything to do with her sleep. Since the tremors had practically vanished, although it had not been an overnight process, she had to admit that she was almost back to 100% functional. Except now, everything had changed. Some things were still the same, she had to admit. While there had been a sense of uneasiness at first, Lillian couldn't help but feel... closer to her father. Her mother had returned home the following morning after the 'procedure' had occurred and as soon as she witnessed a more improved Lily at the kitchen table, she could swear the temperature in the room plummeted with the stare her mother gave her. Not a word had been uttered to her since that first look. Lily had expected as much. She knew that her mother had been less than pleased with the entire situation and to come home to witness the aftermath of it, well... At least she came home, right? Over the next few nights, Lillian found sleep to be an elusive creature. Her eyes would close and her mind would play back, in detail, every second of that fateful night. 'D—Dad, stop for a minute...." Shaking her head to rid herself of that image, her mind refused and pressed on. The way his hand had stopped, almost as if she had slapped him. His shifting on the bed after she had kicked off her shorts, leaving her legs spread for him to wedge himself in. Her hand going to her sex with a mouthful of spit to slick her entrance while his hands pulled down his shorts enough to expose himself. She couldn't look, didn't want to see what was about to be shoved inside of her, even though she had been curious after feeling him on her leg. The feeling of his hand stroking his thick member, rubbing the tip against her opening, gauging the entrance and giving her some sort of idea of what was about to pierce her. Her eyes would always open then, her hand gripping her shirt between her breasts, her breathing always ragged, and that tingling between her legs always present when thinking back on it. It had been painful, that she would never deny. He had been larger than what she would have thought possible, and he had filled her to the point she had thought she would break. But it had been the sounds he had made that made her belly flip. His guttural moan when he filled her with his 'cure', pumping into her deep and hard and... She had never heard such a sound and she wondered, in the days that had followed, it had played on repeat in the back of her mind when the urge to touch herself became too strong. She had wondered if she hadn't of stopped him, would his fingers have continued on, the way her fingers had? Slipping between her folds, circling around the swollen, sensitive bud, would he have dipped one finger into her tiny hole, patiently stretching her to add another? Or would he... Her alarm sounded, stopping her mid-question and mid-stroke. "Sonofa—" She would have hit the snooze and at least finished herself off, but the sound of shouting coming from outside her bedroom door decided for her. Throwing back her sheets, she got up, grabbed a few items from her closet and then ventured out into the hallway to make a beeline for the bathroom. "Henry—you don't fucking understand," she heard her mother say from downstairs as she slipped into the bathroom. Closing the door, and quickly turning on the water in hopes of drowning out yet another argument before heading to school for the day. When was it going to end? Then, her fingers went numb... Standing in the shower with her hair still soapy with the shampoo she had just massaged in, the tips of her fingers had tingled as if they were asleep, but then the feeling altogether left. "No..." she whispered, trying not to panic. Quickly rinsing her hair of the shampoo, she didn't bother to condition it as she turned back around to turn off the water. Wrapping the towel around herself and stepping out of the shower, she began to shake her hands, trying to get the blood to go back into them, or at least, that's what she thought she was doing. Lifting her hand to her face, she tried to hold it steady. The tremors were back... Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Lily calmly dried herself off and got dressed. There was no way she was going to mention any of it to her mother, not that she would speak to her even if she did try to tell her that something wasn't right. Instead, she waited for her mother to leave the house for work before even going downstairs. "Morning, Dad," she said quietly, finally coming into the kitchen. "Rough start?" He looked defeated when she walked in. Sitting on a barstool at the counter with his forehead in his hand, staring off into his coffee. He had looked up when she entered, a small smile managing to make it on his handsome face. "I know mom's been giving you a hard time, and I seriously don't want to piss her off any more than she is already, but..." she paused, coming a bit closer to him, not concealing her worry. "Something isn't right... or, I don't know, but the tremor is coming back..." Lifting her hand so he could see what she had meant. "I'm so sorry, Daddy... I didn't mean for it to come back..." ​ ​ ​

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[Jack Grayson]

HENRY ADAMS xHusband// Father // Genetic Anomalyx "A daughter never really outgrows her daddy's lap"​ ​ Needless to say, he was glad he decided to touch her breast first because even that proved to be too much for his little girl to take. The second she told him to stop, he instantly pulled his hand away from her body and felt an intense wave of guilt wash over him. Had he been going about this all wrong? Were his attempts at trying to set a mood too weird? Maybe the fact that he had started by trying to rub her stomach brought back too many memories of her childhood? Henry was in the midst of silently cursing his own stupidity, thinking that he'd ruined everything, when he saw his daughter begin to shimmy out of her shorts. She explained that she was going to lose her nerve if they didn't just get it over with, and he nodded, showing her that he understood completely. And he did. If this was how she wanted to do it, then this was how they would do it. He watched as his daughter attempted to prepare herself, stimulating herself with saliva coated fingers, and it was then that Henry decided to make an executive decision. Getting on top of her would likely prove to be too much for, he reasoned, so he rolled her onto her side so she was facing away from him, so she could imagine that this wasn't her father if that's what she wanted to do. It was also better for him, not having to see his little girl's face and the hesitancy that would likely be written all over it that would make him feel even guiltier for what he was doing. Grabbing her hip, he prompted her to stick her backside out just a bit until he was able to see her glistening, pink womanhood. He tried to make that and her round ass the sole focus of his thoughts as he started to stroke himself. The initial rejection had caused him to go soft, but he was able to get himself back on track now that he had the right visual stimulation. She was the faceless girl again, and in his mind she was desperate to be fucked. He closed his eyes to imagine what her desperate pleas might sound like, and soon enough he found himself hard in his hand. Knowing there was no time for hesitation, he quickly started sliding his tip through her delicate folds, his body shivering from the feeling of her warmth, and once he felt like he was slick enough to ease his entry, he positioned his tip against her entrance and pushed himself inside. Once her body had enveloped his tip, he remembered her request, to get this over with. And that's when he bucked his hips somewhat firmly, tearing through that fleshy barrier that marked her virginity. That sensation in particular took him out of the little fantasy he had concocted, but he knew he couldn't stop now. Luckily, the sensation of the girl's tightness proved to be enough of a distraction for him to be unable to think of anything else. Grabbing her hip for leverage, he started thrusting, focusing on the sensation of her snug walls being forced to stretch to accommodate his girth, and before long, it happened. Keeping himself deeply hilted in the girl, he emptied himself inside of her, flooded her. The second it happened, his eyes shot open as he was forced to face what he had done. He tried his best to stifle a groan, but the animalistic sound he made was unavoidable. It was an immensely intense orgasm that felt far too good, and that only served to make him feel even guiltier about it. But at least it was done. He kept himself inside her through the duration of his orgasm to ensure she received as much of the cure as possible, his manhood twitching and throbbing inside of her, but once he was certain that he had no more left to give, he immediately pulled himself out of her and pulled up his shorts. Tenderly squeezing her arm, he said, "We're done… Now try and get some rest, okay?" As he left her room, he felt like he should say something else, but what should one say in a moment like that? He said the only thing he could think of. Standing in her doorway, he said, "I love you, baby girl. I hope you feel better soon." Rest, it would seem, would not come easy to either of them over the following weeks. The cure had worked, which Henry was unbelievably grateful for, but curing Lily came with a whole host of other problems, mostly with his wife. He'd called Mia the morning he'd cured Lily to tell her that it was done. She didn't say anything. She stayed silent on the line for a few moments before hanging up, and she wouldn't return home for another day or so. Henry was prepared for her return though. He'd bought fresh flowers for the dining room and went out and bought all the ingredients to prepare her favorite meal. Mia was amicable enough, at least at first. They completely ignored any and all conversation about what had happened, but he started to get a bit nervous when Mia guzzled down almost the whole bottle of wine he had corked and asked if they could open another. Mia excused herself from the dinner table once she was done, and when Henry joined her in their bedroom, that's when she unloaded on him. She wanted details, but she didn't want details. She wanted to know how Lily reacted to it all, but she didn't want to know. Mia was drunk and was making so many contradictory requests that it was dizzying. All Henry could do was try and talk her down, reminding her that she didn't want to know about anything. It was over. It was done. That's all that mattered. They didn't need to talk about it. Things got better though, at least superficially, as the days went on. They weren't arguing nearly as much in the evenings anymore, but that was probably because Mia decided to ditch wine in favor of martinis, essentially drinking herself into a stupor every night to avoid talking and to avoid any chance of intimacy between them. She'd wake up hungover and irritable, but luckily there wasn't enough time to argue in the morning since they both had to get ready for work. It was far from an ideal situation, but Henry figured it would get better with time. Then, there was another fateful morning. Henry was sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and answering emails and trying to forget the little scuffle he'd gotten into with Mia before she left for work. He looked tired and worn down, but he was trying to remain in good spirits if only to reduce the awkwardness of it all for Lily. And then his daughter appeared. He scoffed at her comment about a rough start, still looking at his phone, but then he recognized something in her tone. Looking up, he could see the all too familiar anxiety in her eyes, so he set the phone down and gave her his complete attention. "What's up, kiddo?" The tremors… They were back… Fuck… He gave her a somewhat blank stare at first as his own anxiety started creeping up his body, but when she apologized, his heart went out to her. "No… No…" he said with all the compassion he could muster. "This isn't your fault, okay? We're going to figure this out. I'm going to call Dr. Williams right now." Henry decided to make the call in another room so he could curse the doctor for what he had made him do without the results that were supposed to be guaranteed. But Dr. Williams was able to talk him down and opened the first available appointment he had that morning. Returning to Lily, he said, "Get changed. Dr. Williams is going to see us in about half an hour." When Lily left, he texted Mia telling her that Lily's tremors were back and that they were on their way to see the doctor. "Can't make it. Important meeting," Mia texted back. Henry felt a mix of relief and annoyance. As much as he might have been relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with Mia's hysterics, he was annoyed that she didn't want to be privy to what was going on with her own daughter's health, especially when her life was on the line. But, whatever… The appointment with Dr. Williams was as paralyzing and surreal as the last one. Lost in his own head during their little meeting, it was hard to remember all the specific details of what was said, but he understood the gist. After apologizing that the cure hadn't worked as it expected, he explained that perhaps the cure might take several treatments in order for it to stick. He suggested one dose, once a week for the next month. If that wasn't enough to send Henry into a stupor after what happened between him and Lily during their first attempt, then what Dr. Williams said next surely was. Lily needed to orgasm. According to Dr. Williams, the contractions and undulations of the vaginal walls during orgasm would pull his semen deeper inside of her, and the release of hormones would make her body more receptive to absorbing the active protein inside of it. The doctor asked if they had any questions about his new prescription, but Henry had been stunned into silence, but he eventually mustered up the strength to ask at least one question. "And what if the cure doesn't take after all of this?" Dr. Williams sighed. "Well… we know your semen neutralizes her symptoms… for a short time at least. If worse comes to worst, Lily may need regular and ongoing treatments. But let's keep our hopes up, yes? We'll give her a full blood panel after a month, and we'll decide where to go from there." Henry felt like he was in a daze as he walked out of the doctor's office and back to his car. The ride was awkwardly silent for the first bit, but eventually he felt compelled to speak. Nervously clearing his throat, he turned to his daughter and said, "Do you want to talk about anything the doctor said?" ​ ​

 

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LILLIAN ❝Lily❞ ADAMS xdaughter // pianist // his little girlx ❝My music is my passion, but my Daddy is my greatest song.❞ — Lillian Adams​ Once more they saw the inside of a doctor's office and once more, Lily sat in an almost stunned silence, trapped inside of her own thoughts. Dr Williams nonchalant explanations of the why's and how's this treatment didn't take should have made her feel better, but it had only added to the guilt she had felt that night when she— "...Lily may need regular and ongoing treatments..." The woman could have been talking in the Charlie Brown teacher's voice after that, for all Lily knew because the what-ifs slammed into her like a Mack truck. 'Mom's going to be pissed...', she thought. Odd that her first thought had been how her mother would react, but after the way she had shut her out the day after her father fucked her, she supposed she couldn't help it. If only she could go back to that night and just stay in her room. The guilt of it all had been a bit overwhelming, but her father had made it a point to ease whatever guilt of wanting to live... easier. It had been easy to ignore the fact that anytime her mother came home, she would go straight to the liquor cabinet instead of arguing with her father about the whole ordeal. And, at least she had stopped yelling. For the most part. Now, though... Before they left the office, Dr Williams had pulled Lillian aside to make sure she understood and to ask her if she had any questions. "I know that from your tests you were a virgin," she began in the same nonchalant manner she had used the entire visit, as though this whole thing was normal. "I don't mean to assume, but with you being 17 years old, I am sure by now you have explored that part of your body, yes? If not, I suggest you take this," she paused to hand Lily a pamphlet. "It isn't super graphic, but it has some helpful tips on climaxing. This part is crucial, okay?" With a smile, she gave Lily a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "We'll figure this thing out. You and your father are a medical phenomenon. It'll just take some time. Do you have any questions? I know it might have been awkward with your father in the room, but if you have any you want to ask, now's your chance." Lillian's mind went blank. "I—I wouldn't know where to begin, Dr Williams," she said quietly. "Why me?" "That's understandable," she said with a small smile, trying her hand at empathizing with the young woman. "I wish I could answer that, but I don't know why... I think a good thing to focus on is that we have something that can make you better. It might be an inconvenient means of treatment for now and you are luckier than most to have found a perfect match...Wam-wah-wha-wamb-wa..." The doctor returned to the cartoon teacher's tone as she was ushered into the waiting room where her father had been waiting for her. Silence... That awkward silence that seemed to be a new staple in their lives had been so thick it wasn't almost smothering, it was downright double-handed choking. "Do you want to talk about anything the doctor said?"​ Staring down at her trembling hands that rested in her lap after fastening the seatbelt, she tried to narrow the questions that were swimming down to just a few dozen. "Do I have questions," she scoffed bitterly, a tone she had rarely expressed. "This is all my fault... If I hadn't of lost my nerve and just let you do it your way, maybe it would have worked," she blurted out, the words already past her lips before she could shut the floodgate. "I shouldn't have said anything," she finally said, slumping back in her seat, feeling utterly defeated. "I—I just... want to go home... please," she sighed, turning her head to look out the window. If she felt horrible now, she could only just imagine how her father felt. Especially since he needed to tell her mother. Dread washed over her and the heaviness pulled at her heart for both of her parents. Because of her, they were at each other's throats... Because of her, her mother was turning into an alcoholic... Because of her, her family was barely holding on by a thread... Because...​ of...​ her...​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​

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