This story is meant to convey the idea that Phoenix did not become Trucy's daddy in a matter of days. It took time, as all things do. But in the end, she learned to look to him for support and security. (sniffle I just love writing stuff about adorable little Trucy and Phoenix!!) Want to know something? Try looking at a picture of little Trucy when you're in a bad mood. It's like magic! I always smile!! (Maybe that only works on me...) Anyways, enough random junk at the top of the page! Read below for the main attraction!
Security
She felt a hand cover hers and instinctively clutched at it, clung to it with both of her small hands.
"Daddy…" she whispered.
The little girl felt her nightmare steal away just because of his presence in the room. But when she opened her blue eyes and blinked them, sleepily adjusting to the light-
It wasn't her daddy that she saw.
In his place stood a man with spiky black hair and tired looking eyes, leaning over her bed. Without thinking, Trucy pulled away.
That's not Daddy's hand.
His expression unchanging, the man reached out his hand to her again. Looking at it for a moment, Trucy felt confused.
That's not Daddy's hand…
The thought kept repeating itself in her mind.
He slowly started to draw his hand back, to pull away. And that's when Trucy made her decision. She reached for it- reached out and caught it.
She saw a smile spread across his unshaven face, and she smiled back at him, a little bit of warmth stealing into the chilly, unfamiliar bedroom.
When she closed her eyes- and he hugged her close- she could pretend he was Daddy- that it was Daddy holding her... not just someone who was just standing in his place.
Many nights had passed peacefully for Trucy, but even now, she hated to be alone when nightmares came.
Tears covered her pillow...then, a hand covered Trucy's, warm and loving. The girl looked up, surprised.
She hadn't expected anyone to hear... so she had lain there, shivering, until a warm hand grasped hers.
Childish as it seemed, all her fears were chased away by that comforting touch.
Trucy reached out and clutched at her Daddy's hand. His eyes were tired, but she could see him smile by the little bedside lamp he had turned on.
"You okay, Trucy?"
Trucy clung tighter to him, as if he might vanish should she let him go.
She knew it was silly, but right now Trucy only wanted her Daddy to hold her and tell her everything was alright, the way he had done when she was a little girl.
"I… I just had a bad dream, Daddy."
Trucy closed her eyes when he hugged her to his chest. But she didn't close them to pretend this time.
She didn't need to pretend anymore-
Daddy was holding her.
