A/N: So, yesterday I was sitting in the car with my family, and I heard a song on the radio. It's a Dutch song, called Dochters (Daughters) by Marco Borsato. And I decided to write a little story about our favorite Dom and his little daughter. Short but sweet. Enjoy! x

Daughters

07:15, Sunday morning. I wake up feeling two tiny hands on both of my cheeks. I instantly know what day it is. DDD. Daddy Daughter Day.

"Are you awake daddy?" I hear her ask. She has the sweetest little voice. "Are you coming downstairs with me? We can make pancakes and make drawings with glitters." She sounds so excited.

"Good morning little Bee. Slept good?" I ask her while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. She nods her little head, her big eyes smiling. On the other side of the bed, Ana is still asleep. "We have to be quiet princess, mommy is still asleep."

I pick her up and set her on my hip while walking downstairs.

"Do you need to work today daddy?" She asks me when we arrive in the kitchen.

"No Pheebs, it's Sunday. I'm free today. We can do whatever you want." Her smile instantly widens.

"Are you going to take me out today? Just you and me? I want to go to the park and watch the birds." She beams and claps her hands while jumping up and down. God, she is just like Ana.

My little girl. My little Phoebe. I remember when she was born five and a half years ago. So tiny, laying on my chest. She has grown so fast. And she is so beautiful and kind. I just know I have to fight the fuckers off when she is sixteen. For now I don't want to think about that day.

"Sure, princess, I'll take you to the park right after the pancakes, deal?" I tell her while holding out my hand.

"Deal!" She yells excited. I look at her, my heart almost exploding with love.

I don't care how old she is, in my eyes, she will always be my little girl.

07:15, Sunday morning. And I finally hear a knock on our bedroom door. Finally I can close my eyes and sleep. She is home.

She wanted to go out with Ava. I told her no way in hell. But that fucker of a brother of mine, told Ava and Phoebe he would get me to agree. Ava is eighteen and Phoebe is seventeen. And they wanted to go to a party.

After telling her she could go, with Taylor and Sawyer on her heels the whole night, I was of course the best dad in the world. I asked her if I could come and get her after the party was done. But she asked me not to do it. That's not cool. I also had to promise her that Taylor and Sawyer wouldn't be in anyone's sight.

She hasn't brought anyone home yet, which I'm very pleased about. But Taylor reported me through the night that there are definitely some admirers. Of course there are. I asked Taylor to immediately run them down. I need to know everything about the fuckers.

Of course Pheebs can't know that.

She is a demanding little thing, just like her mother. Seventeen years old, exploring the world on her own. And I'm expected to sit back and watch. But I'll protect her, always.

Because I don't care how old she is, in my eyes, she will always be my little girl.

07:15, Sunday morning. A soft voice is waking me from my sleep.

"Are you awake daddy?" I hear her ask.

"I'm awake Pheebs, today is your big day. Are you ready?" I ask her while sitting up.

Today my little girl is walking down the aisle. Today I give her away. I can't believe how time flew by.

"I'm ready daddy. I love him more than anyone else." She says while walking towards me and pulling me into a hug.

Time suits her. My little Pheebs. She has grown out to be a beautiful young woman, as I knew she would be. And now she will leave our home one last time as a Grey. Out to the one she loves, to start a family with him. And I couldn't be happier for my little princess.

But, I don't care how old she is, in my eyes, she will always be my little girl.