"Layla! It's 3:30 in the afternoon! I know you take after your old man, but I made breakfast!" I rubbed my eyes and saw my dad, hovering above me with a huge grin on his face. "See? Pancakes! Your favorite!" When I looked down, I saw three black circles.
"Dad, I'm not sure what your definition of pancakes is, but these aren't pancakes. But hey! They could make an awesome Frisbee!" With that I reached down and grabbed a pancake and tossed it out my window. "So what's the special occasion?" I ask as I sit up. He only makes me breakfast when he is heading out on a request.
"Whaaaat pshh no." He looks away. "I mean if you're talking about this S-Class request I'm doing then-"
"Dad! My birthday is in two weeks! Please don't tell me you forgot," I ask him. He has a habit of forgetting things. Though that's just what makes him my dad, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
"No I didn't forget! It's just…" Then he became quiet all of a sudden. Speaking of forgetting things, I seemed to forget that my birthday is also the day my mom left us. The day Lucy left us all alone. I don't even know why I call her my mother. My dad, Natsu Dragneel, loved her. They were married for three years, but yet she felt she couldn't handle raising me. I don't even know what she looks like because my dad never keeps photos up of her. I don't blame him for doing so, although he is always talking about how sweet of a person Lucy was, how she could always make him smile, even at the very end. Like I even believe him. He also makes comments on what a powerful wizard she was. If she was so powerful, how could she not handle raising a child with my dad?
"Dad, you don't need to say anything. I know what you mean. You know how I feel about it though." I like my voice to be heard. I never keep my opinion to myself. Dad says I remind him of Lucy in that way. Ugh.
"Yeah, I do," he mumbled out. Were those tears in his eyes? Never do I want to make my dad cry. He's been through enough pain; if I make him cry, I am a failure as his daughter. Or at least that's what I tell myself. "By the way, Layla, I'll be back before your birthday, I promise. It is your 15th birthday after all," he said with a wink.
"Stay safe for me, okay?"
"Of course. I'll be back before you know it," he reassured. Then with a hug and a kiss he left, leaving the burnt pancakes to dangle on the open window sill.