Another Daddy!Barney story because I just love them so much! It's really going to focus around him and his daughters relationship, but I haven't really figured everything out.

One question for readers though. Should I have Ted and Barney start dating or just make this about Barney and his daughter?

I own nothing. Please review!

"Mr. Stinson," my secretary's voice rang through the system, "You have a visitor."

"Send them in," I replied back putting the files I was working on away.

As I was putting the last file into my desk the door opened and a beautiful woman walked in. Instantly a smile came to my face and I felt myself sit straighter, but at the same time I was hit with a sense that I knew her.

Her black hair was pulled into a loose bun with curly strands falling around her face. Her skin was dark showing that she was of Spanish decent. Her eyes were a dark green.

She was a little on the skinny side, almost like she was sick. Still, she looked fashionable. A nice red sweater, dark wash jeans, and brown leather boots. It was almost enough to not notice how she was drowning in them.

All together she was an attractive woman so it wasn't all that hard to see that I had slept with her. It just hadn't been recently. Not even I would go after someone that looked this sick.

That meant she was from at least a few months back. I had sex with a lot of woman and at times they blurred together, but I did remember all of them. She was one of them, that I was sure of. I just couldn't remember which one.

I stared at the woman for a moment longer before slowly standing up. It was always a little weird when one of my old conquests talked to me, but normally they didn't look me out like this.

Then again they normally didn't even get to know what my name was. It really wasn't all that important some of the time. I don't know exactly how she was able to find me.

That was always important to me. I didn't always have sex with the most sane women. I had to keep myself protected from them in very creative ways sometimes. I was kind of a master at that.

Which I was actually proud of. I did like the way I lived. As long as I wasn't constantly reminded of everything that I could have if I didn't have so many issues that I didn't even want to think about myself.

It's an odd life that I lived sometimes, but it was my life and everything that happened in it was my fault. No matter how much it killed me I wouldn't blame someone else for everything that happened to me.

Right now that didn't matter though. There was a woman that I slept with in front of me and I needed to focus on her and figure out just how worried I was going to have to be about the situation.

"Barney?" the woman asked, "You probably don't remember me, but my name is Jamie Rowlandson."

"I remember you," I blinked getting a full image of the woman panting underneath me as we had sex, "It's been three years."

"Yes, it has. And I know…I know this is going to sound weird and I have no real reason to ask this of you, but I need to know. I have to know."

"Know what? What are you asking for?"

"A DNA sample."

I froze when those words fell from her lips. This wasn't the first time that someone had asked for my DNA and I honestly doubted that it was going to be the last time. I always lucked out on not being the father.

Something about all of this was making me stomach turn though. For some reason I knew that my luck had run out. I had to make sure, but I knew that this was it. I had finally knocked a chick up.

That was when it hit me. Whomever had knocked this chick up had done it three years ago. She wouldn't be looking for the Father now unless something major had happened.

If I was a betting man, and I was, I'd say it had something to do with how sick she looked. That was why she was doing all of this and that made all of this all that much worse for us both.

Jamie didn't have very long left. She wasn't here looking for money or someone to blame. No, she just wanted to find the Father of her child and see if they'd have a good home there before it was too late.

That was a first for me. Normally the woman that asked for DNA were just angry at whomever got them pregnant. They were out for blood. Not one of my favorite experiences.

Though looking at the sadness and defeat in Jamie's eyes I would have taken all of that over this. I never did like dealing with negative emotions. Not my own and certainly not someone else's.

If I did this though and her kid turned out to be my kid then I was going to have a responsibility to them. I couldn't walk away and leave the child not only Fatherless, but parentless.

I hadn't thought about having kids in years, not since I started wearing a suit. At least I never allowed myself to think about kids for very long. I just couldn't bring myself to do that. It would hurt too much.

That was how I found myself opening my mouth and giving a sample of DNA to the woman. She smiled sadly at me before thanking me and leaving me alone in my office.

I sighed and went back to my work, but all I could think about was Jamie and her child. Possibly my child. I could have a child out there. A three year old child that I had no idea about.

Jamie hadn't told me anything about the child, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about them. For everything that I had done to them I found myself hoping for a little girl.

This was all just too much I needed to slow down and think. I finished my paperwork and went to the bar for drinks. I spent time with my friends and made sure not to think too much about the visit.

No one bothered to ask me what was going on. So what if I was drinking a little more or talking a little less? And if I hadn't taken any woman back home with me? No one needed to know.

All of that worked. For awhile. Then Jamie was back at my office with an envelope in one hand and tears in her eyes. That was when I knew what she was going to say.

"You're her Father," Jamie whispered staring at me.