Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

[Mr_Sir]

Robert had just gotten back from work, coming into his home and dropping his briefcase on the floor beside the door. He immediately moved to take off his jacket and tossing it halfway across the room to the couch. It had been a long day, full of boring meetings, and even more boring people. If it wasn't for the fact that his father owned the company, he would have already quite. Well, that and supporting his daughter.

Robert Brown stood at about 6'2", with broad shoulders, and a commanding presence. His hair, a brown so dark that it was almost black, and brown eyes light enough to almost seem golden in the right light. The man made his way into his home, sat down on the couch where he had thrown his jacket and just allowed himself to rest for now. He thought about all the things he still had to do today, primary of which was to fix dinner and wash dishes, assuming his daughter hadn't already taken care of that.

Over the past year she had started helping around the house a lot more. At first he thought she had wanted something, but she just kept at it. So he did what he could to show his appreciation for her help. He had raised her alone since she was delivered to his door step by a social worker, her mother dead in a car accident while the daughter was still in grade school. It hadn't been easy, but thankfully he had the income to do it with the job his father gave him, and the extra time given he didn't have to be in every day. Still though, it was exhausting work, and all he wanted to do right now was sit on his favorite couch, and maybe nap if he had time.

 

[loneiysong]

Elena was happy with her mother. Her mother and her had a comfortable pattern in life. She was in charge of cooking and cleaning and her mother worked. They always had family time together at dinner. That was the time that no tv or anything else except keeping each other company. They occasionaly played a board game or card games. She had grieved when her mother died. She cleaned and cooked up a storm, but she kept mostly to herself.

Elena was listening to some gentle jazz in the kitchen as she made some warm Jumbalaya. She looked up hearing the door open and close. Her father was home. She uttered a greeting, but heard none in reply and knew he was exhausted. With Christmas being over, she had removed a Christmas blanket on the couch adn replaced it with one with swirling snowflakes.

She finished cooking and came out and saw him laying on the couch. Elena had dark hair like her father. It was braided down her back. But she had her mothers blue eyes. Her skin was also fair like her mother. She smiled coming out when she was almost done. She pulled the flannel over him as she saw he was napping. She was dressed in short shorts and a vintage shirt. Elena stood at 5'7 and curvy. She smiled adn kissed his temple and went to set the table. She knew he probably wanted a good meal and sleep. She would wake him up when she had his bowl prepared and ready. She fixed two large bowls and moved to him adn stroked his face and smiled.

"Daddy, you need to eat something, eat something then you can sleep." She said softly.

 

[Mr_Sir]

Robert hadn't even realized that he had dozed off until he woke to Elena's voice. His eyes fluttered open, and he realized that he was now under a blanket. He blinked a few times, looking up to the young woman before him. For a split second though, he saw her mother, that beautiful woman he had fell in love with years ago. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and shook his head to clear out the cobwebs. A large yawn was covered by one hand, the man speaking after.

"Yea, yea I know I'm up. I'm plenty hungry, won't have to hassle me today hon." He would stretch a moment, letting himself fully wake back up before starting to stand. Going to his daughter and kissing her on the cheek. "You know, for a moment I thought you were your mother. You look so much like her now, she'd be proud to see the beautiful woman you've grown up to be." He would smile warmly, moving to set the blanket aside that he had been under to one side of the couch. Finally awake, he would start to head toward the dining room, though stopping to take another look at his daughter.

"Please tell me you didn't wear those shorts out today." For the most part he never did worry about his daughter. She knew how to take care of herself really, and he hadn't been called to her school any more than the average parent he supposed. However, he did comment on her outfits from time to time. After all, he was a man himself and he knew how the boys her age thought, the same things he had thought at that age. The strong resemblance to her mother also made it a tad odd for him personally. He knew his daughter was attractive, highly even by most standards, he had seen other men giving her long looks. Something he did his best to deter as her father, this was his little girl after all. It did at times have an effect on him however.

With all the work he had to do with the company, and raising a daughter all on his own, there really wasn't a whole lot of time for dating. Sure, there had been the occasional fling here and there. Nothing concrete really ever developed though. His daughter came first, always had, and always would. So his personal life had suffered some, but he had this wonderful daughter that he had brought up into the world. He just didn't want the lack of his own libido being satisfied to cause any awkward situations with his daughter.

 

[loneiysong]

She smiled adn nodded. "Good." She smiled and then went back to the table and got him something to drink. Got two sodas from the fridge and sat down waiting for him. She smiled adn then shook her head. "My mom was a blonde bombshell. She was so beautiful." She looked into the distance. She frowned. She looked at him and then down at her shorts. "No, these are pajamas. I don't like showing off my thunder thighs." True Elena was more enthralled in her books and music, she never dressed like the popular girls. She always wore jeans and a modest top. Usually a jean jacket that she had decorated in patches. She looked at him adn then canted her head.

"I think you watch too many day time dramas. I am not a beautiful or attractive girl. Nor do I want to be." She sighed adn rubbed her arms and then looked down at her food. She then began to eat. She knew her father had sacrificed a lot. Her outfits had never strayed very much. But every once and a while she would feel eyes on her ass. But she took it as damn look at that fat ass.

 

[Mr_Sir]

Robert would smile as he moved to sit down at the table with his daughter, giving one more big yawn before he would be able to eat. After it had passed he would look to her, shaking his head again. "Honey, you're a gorgeous woman. You may not have your mother's hair color, but you have everything else." He thought about that comment for a moment, sighing a bit to himself and shaking his head. He probably shouldn't be going quite that far to tell his daughter she was beautiful. It was the truth however, she was her mother's daughter. He would look to the food now, keeping his eyes there for the time being as he spoke.

"But yea...glad you're not going out in those. Around the house is fine by me." He would start to eat, taking a few bites before asking her a question. "So, how was your day though? School doesn't start back up till next month. Got any classes you're looking forward to, or read any good books lately?" That was one thing he and his daughter certainly shared, they were both massive bookworms. One room in the house was dedicated just to their combined collection of books, one entire wall of it being just Elena's. So, it was always a topic that they could go on for a while.

"I ended up picking up a few science fiction and fantasy novels from the book store on the way back from work. They're in my brief case if you want to take a look." He would motion back in the living room. She could grab it whenever she wanted, he trusted her with his belongings. Heck, she often would help him get his stuff together for work if he was running late, or surprise him by doing it the night before. She really was the best daughter anyone could have. Though of course, his opinion was probably biased, he stood by the statement.

 

[loneiysong]

She smiled adn shook her head. She began to eat and smiled adn continued to eat. She looked up and then shrugged. "I was thinking of trying out for the Jazz band at school, but I am not sure." She shrugged adn then rubbed her arms and then smiled at him and laughed. "Lately, I have been reading a lot of Stephen King. Right now though, I am trying to get through 'The Stand'. Really intense stuff. One of the many reasons I am proud to get a flu shot yearly." She smiled. She came alive when it came to books. She loved everything written. Except J.R.R. Tolkein and Shakespeare. Both of those she hated. She then cleared her throat and looked at him and smiled.

"Ohh nice. I can't wait. Anything you get that looks particularly interesting?" She msiled adn watched him adn continued to eat. She leaned back finishing and drinking her soda and sighed softly. She leaned back and watched him.

 

[Mr_Sir]

Robert would listen to his daughter talk about her day, keeping his eyes down upon the food for the time being. As she mentioned trying out for the jazz band, he thought about it for a few moments. Weighing the pros and cons in his head as he always did. Cost was always a key factor when it came to parenting, still though it wasn't like he couldn't afford any new instrument she needed. When it came right down to it, he wanted his daughter to freely express her creative side.

"Well, if you want to try out, then you should do it. You've got a lot of talent, came a long ways from middle school. I remember when you were first learning then, practiced like crazy, to the point of driving me crazy." He chuckled at the thought. "But you've turned into quite a talent hon. I know I'm your father, and I'm supposed to say encouraging things like that. But seriously, you're good and you shouldn't sell yourself short hon." He continued to listen as she talked about the book she was reading now.

"The Stand eh? Yea, that's a pretty intense book. Though I'm more of a fan of King's short stories and novellas. Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption is great, and was adapted into a great film. Also, The Body, that was later adapted to film as Stand By Me." He would give a shrug, continuing to eat as he thought about the stories involved, and some of the other books he had read recently. When she asked what he had bought he perked up, looking to her. "Well, I was able to get a few Terry Brooks novels, the rest of the Shannara series that we didn't have. Also, some random sci-fi books that I hadn't heard of before. Also I got a copy of Othello for myself." He smirked, knowing his daughter didn't have the taste for Shakespeare that he had, though they both fully agreed on Tolkein.

 

[loneiysong]

She smiled and then looked at him. When she had been brought here, he had a piano in the room that the guests came over. It was a beautiful black polished one. She had begun to teach herself and learn. It wasn't long before she was playing masterfully. It was the same with any instrument she picked up, she learned it quickly. At the mention of jazz band, she saw the far away look in her fathers eye as he was quickly adding up the expense. She looked down and continued to eat. Maybe she wouldn't.

She smiled as their conversation went to something lighter. She laughed and then shook her head. "I don't know if I will read 'The Body' because in my mind, if it doesn't have Wil Wheaton then what is the point." She smiled blushing. She had a thing for Wil Wheaton. She never admitted it. Not to anyone. To go into depth about how much she liked him would just be further proof of how much of a shy nerd she was and that would break her fathers heart. She knew it. She could see him being a jock in school.

 

[Mr_Sir]

Robert would give a chuckle as she mentioned Wil Wheaton, shaking his head a bit as he spoke. "Well, I can certainly understand that. Not like he was of age back then though. That does remind me though, I was planning to watch some Star Trek later. I'm sure we can find a good Wesley episode if you care to join me." He smiled, shrugging a bit as he finally finished off his own dinner now. He would settle back into his seat, waiting for a response from his daughter.

While he may have played sports back in school, she did get her love of a few things honest from her father. He didn't advertise it much himself, however he did get into a number of science fiction and fantasy series in literature and television here and there. This could of course be backed up by the books he had mentioned bringing home earlier. "I also got some Orson Scott Card books if you want to check any of those out." Normally not one of the authors he would buy, as he did think Mr. Card was a loudmouth bigot, but it was a used book store, so he felt a little better about it. The guy at least was a good writer if nothing else.

 

[loneiysong]

She smiled and then shook her head. "Even if it doesn't have Wesley Crusher, it still has Sir Patrick Stewart and Worf! Ohh and number two." She giggled and then nodded finishing her food and then stood up and cleaned up the plates and then pulled out a pie she was also cooking. She brought out plates and looked to him and served the cherry pie with vanilla ice cream and came over and put down the dessert and then put down a carafe of coffee.

She clapped her hands. "Yay, I am happy. I love Orson Scott Card. How could someone be so homophobic talk so freely about little boy penises or write such great books. It isn't fair." She smiled adn then looked at him and grinned. She began to eat her desert and then sighed thinking. "A lot of things aren't fair though, aren't they." SHe continued to eat and then looked down.

 

[Mr_Sir]

"Number one, Will Riker is his first officer. So, number one." He corrected her, smiling. "If anything, Data would be number two as the second officer." He chuckled, shrugging as he shook his head a bit. "I know far too much about that show for my own good." He smiled to his daughter, watching as she would clear away the dishes and then brought out the cherry pie along with ice cream. His hand would move to hers as she sat the plate down in front of him, grasping it for a moment as he looked to her. "Thank you dear, means a lot to me that you've had all this ready for me when I get back from work. I just want you to know that." He would let go of her hand so she could get back to what she was doing. Settling in his seat as he listened to his daughter speak.

A bite taken from his pie every so often as he listened, chuckling and shaking his head a bit as she spoke about the author they had just mentioned a few moments ago. Though as she finished speaking, he would tilt his head with a more worried look upon his features. Noting her getting quiet and looking down at the floor now. "Well, yes a lot of life isn't fair at all. Something you have to learn to deal with, or overcome somehow. What's wrong though sweetie? You seem a little down, anything that I could help you out with?" He would set his fork down, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee as he would wait for his daughter to talk. He wouldn't push her to talk if she just wasn't up for it, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he was there for her.

 

[loneiysong]

"Well that is not what Captain Jean Luc Picard calls him so-" at that she stuck out her tongue out at him. It comforted her when she found out that her father was a big a nerd as she was. She remembered when she first came over to his house, and he found her in the entertainment room watching a marathon of Twilight Zone. She didn't talk, and he didn't pry. But she remembered falling asleep with her head in his lap and woke up to him holding her safe in his arms.

When she brought back the pie, she smiled at him and held his hand. "You work hard to support me, you deserve so much more than what I have to give. I am sorry that I cannot give it to you." She said and looked at him sadly. When he let her hand go, she swallowed adn then her chin quivered. She felt tears hot and uncomfortable roll down her face. She swallowed adn tears continued to roll down her face. Sometimes, she just got depressed. She in fact suffered on and off of it.

"I am just sad, I am sorry." SHe looked away and stood up swallowing and moved to the bathroom and wiped her eyes and tried to get a grip, but she just continued to cry.