For Alice, who said she likes family stores just as much as romances.
luv,
Nina :)
"Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else in the world."
...
"Daddy?"
"Uh-huh?"
"I'm talking to you, Daddy!"
Hermione glanced up from her book in exasperation. "Ron, dear, you don't see your oldest pulling frantically at your shirt, trying to catch your attention?"
Ron looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor with alarm. Rosie was notorious for her temper tantrums, this conversation might actually require some work on his part. He hoisted himself up and grabbed Rose off the floor.
"What's bothering my Rosy Posy?"
"Daddy?"
"You don't have to say 'Daddy' every time you're going to talk, I know who I am."
"Oh," she said quietly, and paused to think about that one.
They were alone in the room now, Hermione had left to comfort a screaming Hugo. Two childern gave Ron many opportunities to question his sanity, and he was questioning for all he was worth right now.
"Daddy?"
"What, Rose?"
"I-I just wanted to know if I'm special." It scared him sometimes, how much his daughter resembled his wife. He certainly hadn't asked question like this at five years old.
"You're the only Rosie I know who reads 'Hogwarts, A History' as a bedtime story."
"No, really, Daddy!"
"REALLY ROSIE, YOU ARE SPECIAL."
"Just like Hugo?" Ron wasn't sure what to answer to this question, but he wanted this deep conversation with his five year old daughter to end sometime that day, preferably while it was still morning.
"Exactly like Hugo."
"And like James?" Rose prompted.
"Yes."
"And Albus?"
"Yes."
"And Lily?"
"Yes, and like Teddy, and Molly, and Lucy and Fred, and Louis."
"You forgot Victoire."
"Okay, okay, and as special as Victoire."
"So I'm not special?"
"What the hell?"
"Dadddy! That's a cuss word."
"Sorry, Rosie Posy."
"So am I special?"
"You're the only little girl I know who's sneaking out with me for ice cream at midnight, tonight."
That kept her quiet for quite a while. She still didn't ask anything when they went out for ice cream, though only because her double chocolate cone couldn't be forsaken, and she still didn't try to have a deep philosophical discussion during the car ride home, but maybe only because she was fast asleep.
He turned off the engine and looked at his sleeping daughter. The rise and fall of her steady breath ruffled the paper hat she had insisted on taking home, and her green, ice cream splattered shirt was slightly too small for her. A strand of flame colored hair was falling out of the french braid Hermione had woven it into so carefully that morning. He felt a fierce protective love towards her that almost scared him. He, Ron, had been given the job of making sure that she knew she was special?
It would turn out fine, though. She would find out that she was special one day. She was special just because he loved her.
If you managed to make it all the way to here just leave a review, even though you're probably going to be hating on it. It's just not good. Oh well, It's four in the morning (the day I go to bed at a semi-decent hour, I honestly deserve some sort of prize :)
luv,
Nina :)
challenges:
-father's day special challenge
-if you dare