For soobunny in the fandom_stocking fest.
"Daddy, look, I wrote a story!" Alexis cries, running up to his writing desk with a bundle of crayon-covered paper in her hand. "I want to read it to you."
His heart feels like it's going to expand right out of his chest, he is suddenly so proud. His five-year-old has written a story, her first. He'd use the phrase "a chip off the old block," or he would if he were prone to using cliches. "Of course, Baby Bird," he says, abandoning his half-completed chapter. Derek Storm's latest mishap could not possibly be more interesting than whatever tale of bears or fairy princesses or little girls with red hair his daughter has certainly come up with.
He walks with her over to the big, falling-apart but comfortable armchair and settles her in his lap. She opens her "book," looking very important. "Once upon a time, a very bad man used a big gun to murder his brother..."
His expression must reflect his shock. Not only is the content a bit horrifying, but the illustration she's drawn to go with it is far more realistic than he's ever wanted to see from a five-year-old.
"What is it?" Alexis asks, looking worried. "Should I have used poison instead?"