Authors Note: Thanks to my beta reader Silvermoon42 for helping me out with my mistakes and a slight clarification error I had.

Eleven year old Chelsea Poncherello sat on her daddy's lap. She loved to spend as much time with Ponch as she could. They were very close. Ponch's wife, Mackenzie, had passed away when Chelsea was four, and since then Ponch had been raising her on his own. She loved pizza, and that was something everyone knew about her. She always wore shirts that had pictures of pizza on them or had comics about pizza. Ponch thought it was cute how much she loved it. It was kind of like how a kid would become addicted to a show, except she became addicted to pizza shirts and all different kinds of pizza. Of course Ponch didn't mind at all, since he too loved pizza - just not as much as his daughter did.

"Daddy, can we eat pizza tonight?" Chelsea asked.

"We had pizza last night…" Ponch started to say, but then when he looked at those sad brown eyes of hers that reminded him of puppy dog eyes, he couldn't say no. She had his eyes. Ponch smiled.

"What kind do ya want?"

"Pepperoni." She replied. Ponch smiled.

"That's my girl," he said, then winked at her. He loved pepperoni pizza. He set her down, then walked to grab the phone.

Seven years later…

Chelsea was now eighteen, and she was going to be graduating soon. But she had just received some bad news from the doctor. Chelsea had cancer and only had a few weeks left to live.

"Daddy, I'm not ready to die," she said with tears in her eyes. She was sitting at home, crying on Ponch. He was hugging her tightly,

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart. You'll be in a better place; you'll see your mom," Ponch said.

"That's looking on the bright side of things. I don't wanna leave my daddy behind…"

"Hey, don't worry; I'll be ok," Ponch said. On the outside he seemed fine, but on the inside he was already missing her. She hadn't even graduated high school yet, and she was going to die. It was really depressing, to say the least. Ponch just sat there hugging and holding his daughter close to him like he'd always done in the past. Only this time was different - it was getting too close to the last time he'd ever be able to do it. Chelsea just kept crying on her dad, soaking his shirt in her tears.

"I shouldn't be so scared, but I am. I know I'll go to heaven, but I'm still scared."

"Death can be scary for people sometimes, honey. Just don't let it bug you."

"Well, like ya said, at least I'll be with Mom. I'll be with Jesus forever; I shouldn't be afraid," Chelsea said as her tears and crying died down. Ponch just sat there still hugging her, He didn't want her to die. But if she did he wasn't gonna be upset with God for taking her home, but still he'd hate to lose her. It was like a love/hate relationship almost. He would be happy she was in a better place, but sad because she was gone. The minutes seemed like hours, and the hours seemed like days; Chelsea was starting to calm down a lot, but it seemed like this day was lasting forever.

Meanwhile….

A week later, Chelsea was rushed into the hospital; she was leaving earlier than the doctors had said. Ponch was in total panic at the moment, but she seemed to be at peace with this, unlike how it was the day she found out. Chelsea was in a room, and not expected to make it. Ponch sat beside her bed holding her hand.

"D-D-D-Don't worry, Daddy….I'll be in a better place," she said, her eyes closing. Ponch blinked back tears.

"Don't forget to order pizza….." she said with a slight smile. A phrase she was well known for; Ponch tried to smile, but it was hard. A few minutes later, she was gone….

Authors note: Sorry for the sadness of this story, it was just a random idea I had.