Daddy's Little Girl
Five years had passed since the survivors of Flight 815 were rescued by a passing cargo ship. Kate and Jack had married, and almost immediately Kate became pregnant.
Andrea Marie Shepherd was born on September 17, the two-year anniversary of the plane crash. The Shepherds lived with Jack's mother in her mansion until Andrea was four, and Kate and Jack found out that their daughter was going to be a big sister.
Jack's mother had been very controlling through their first pregnancy, "helping" when she was not needed, and making all the decisions about the nursery and doctors.
Jack and Kate found themselves a nice house in an L.A. suburb. Kate soon became busy making the large, cold space into a home. For one of their bathrooms, she decided on a dark purple base for the bottom half, and a spring green for the top. Halfway through the painting, she realized that they had not bought enough of the green paint.
She went to the door and she got her keys. Andie, who had been assisting her mother toddled on behind her. Kate knew that if she took her daughter along, the simple errand would become an all-day chore, and she would not get out of the store without being asked seven-hundred questions. Jack was working in the backyard, refinishing the stain on the deck.
Kate lead little Andrea outside with a water-color paint book and a cup of water. She sat her on the ground on a blanket.
"Okay, Sweetie," Kate said, stroking the little girl's dark locks. "Be good for Daddy."
"Will you bring me a present, Mommy?" Andrea asked with adoring eyes.
"Not this time, but Mommy will bring home dinner," she said, getting to her feet. Kate crossed the yard to where Jack was working. "I'll see you in a little while," she said. "Andie's busy now, but you should still keep an eye on her. If you're not careful she will drink the paint water."
Twenty minutes after Kate left Andrea wandered over by her father.
"Daddy?" she asked. After finishing a long, even stroke with the varnish, Jack looked up at his daughter and smiled. Andrea was wearing a white t-shirt with a princess on it, and flower printed stretchy pants. Over the top of her outfit, she was wearing a pink tutu, three strands of beads, and a plastic tiara.
"What is it, Sweetheart?" he asked.
"Will you go in the house and get my other paint book please," she asked.
"Where is it?"
"Mommy left it on the coffee table," Andrea explained. "It's the only one with a picture of a monkey in it."
"Daddy's busy right now, but you can go straight inside and get it," Jack said. "Leave the door open and come right back."
Andrea padded off into the house. She did as her father told her, going straight to the living room, and retrieving her paint book. But on the way back she had to pass through the kitchen. She saw a can of the paint her mommy had been using to paint the bottom of the bathroom. The cover was off and a paint brush was lying across the top.
Jack decided to take a break from the deck. As he washed his hands with the garden hose, he glanced over at Andrea's abandoned blanket. He realized that she had been alone in the house for almost fifteen minutes.
He quickly turned the hose off and went inside the house. Andrea was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking at her masterpiece.
The purple paint was smeared across the fridge.
"Look, Daddy," Andie said proudly. "I helped!" Jack had only one thought as he heard Kate's car pull into the driveway.
I'm in trouble.
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A/N: This, sadly, is a true story. My cousin Andrew did this once, along with many other naughty things, and I just had to pass it on. Jack and Kate's little girl seemed like the perfect way to do it. I may add a sequel, if I come up with an idea. I hope you enjoyed it.