This came to me as I was walking through the supermarket and well, like all ideas I have I had to execute it. Hope you enjoy it. There will probably be more.

It's a Girl Thing

Ranger sat in front of the television, waiting for his wife to come home so they could go to bed. Tonight he was subjecting himself to five straight hours of Will and Grace; he found it surprisingly funny and was reluctant to look away when he heard footsteps outside the living room. He hadn't heard the front door, so it had to be one of the kids.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Ranger asked her, without turning from the television. "It's almost eleven o'clock and you have school in the morning."

Peigi's voice was timid when she spoke, which was very much unlike her. "Where's Mum?" she asked softly, standing awkwardly in the doorway with her hands folded in front of her.

"She's still out, she won't be home for another hour at least; you know that. Why?"

She screwed up her face a little and shrugged slightly. "I need to talk to her."

Ranger let out a burst of laughter at the television before replying. "You can talk to me if you like." He had always told her that he was there to listen. And he thought it was important that she knew that he was still able to listen now to whatever she wanted to talk about. "What's up?" he pat the cushion next to him on the couch indicating that she should sit down.

Peigi didn't budge. Instead she shook her head emphatically and said, "No I need to talk to Mum about this one."

Her father shrugged, "What ever you want to talk about I'm sure it'd be better if you just talked about it now rather than waiting until your mother gets home. You'll be too tired by then and you need to sleep if you want to get good grades in school."

"Dad, I really don't want to bridge this topic with you. It's kind of," she paused for a moment, trying to think of how to phrase it, "sensitive."

As he picked up the remote and muted the television, Ranger told her, "I can do sensitive."

Peigi grimaced, uncertain of that fact. "It's a girl thing Dad," she persisted.

"Peigi, let me assure you that whatever you want to talk about I can handle." Even though the television was silent he still hadn't taken his eyes off it. He was following the soundless action with rapt attention.

"Are you sure?" she asked, doubting him. He nodded in reply. "I'm a woman."

Finally Ranger removed his gaze from the set, fixing it securely on his daughter where she stood uncomfortably in the doorway to the living room, her nightie gathered in her fist at the front so that where it usually fell to the floor it only reached half way down her shin. "Fuck," he uttered quietly, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

In spite of the situation there was a small half smile on Peigi's face. "You see why I wanted to talk to Mum and not you?"

Ranger's only reply was, "Fuck."