This is a four shot I felt like throwing together. I just love stories where Eli is an over protective daddy!

Becca- 24

Matt- 17

Daniel- 25

I'm too lazy to do Clare and Eli's age.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, but I do have a kitten.


"You know, playing so many video games can cause brain damage." I said as I passed my 17 year old son, Matt. He was Clare and I's last kid we had together. He was pretty tall for his age, and had some of my key features, that being my smirk, jet black hair, and green eyes. But he possesed most of his mother's personality traits.

"Whatever, I'm so close to killing this guy. I'm so gonna beat your-" A loud boom came from the TV, with blood covered words displayed on the screen, 'YOU LOSE'

"Dammit!" I chuckled as Matt yelled at the TV.

"Matthew! Language!" My wife Clare shouted from the kitchen. I turned my head towards the kitchen, as Clare walked out placing a dish towel on her shoulder. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Becca just called. Both her and Daniel are coming over, they have something important to tell us." I rolled my eyes, collapsing on the couch.

"Why does Daniel have to come? I hate Daniel." I said crossing my arms, acting like a child.

"Eli, Daniel's our son-in-law. The love of our daughter's life, besides they've been married for two years. I figured you would have warmed up to him by now. " Clare said leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen.

"I don't like him." I grumbled to myself. I really had no reason to dislike Daniel. He cared for my daughter and loved her unconditionally; I know he would do anything for her. Even after a few small talks here and there with him I found out we had a lot in common. He loved the theatre and writing, he even directed a few plays down at Degrassi. I just hated him for the fact that he stole my daughter's heart. I would like him a hell of a lot more if he wasn't with her.

"Eli, will you please just try to get along with-" the doorbell rang, cutting Clare off. Matt quickly stood up and dashed towards the door to greet Becca. I took my time making my way towards the little welcoming party that was going on at the front door.

"Daddy!" I heard my daughter yell as I saw a head of blonde flowing hair run towards me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. "Hi baby girl" I said holding onto her.

"Hi daddy, I'm glad you're here!" Becca beamed as she grabbed my hand pulling me into the living, waving in the rest of the family.

"Okay everyone, sit sit." Becca said as Daniel stood beside her. His brown her neatly brushed out as fancy work attire adorned his body.

"Daniel and I have huge news! Amazing news!" She paused slightly looking at me. I squinted my eyebrows at her, moving my hand slightly, telling her to go on. Becca then quickly looked at Clare, "I'm pregnant!" she said, jumping up and down. Clare sprung up from the couch, showing just as much enthusiasm as Becca.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! How far along are you?" Clare said smiling at our daughter.

"3 months! Ugh, I can't believe I'm gonna be a mommie soon! And you're gonna be a grandma, mom!" Becca said hugging Clare.

"I can't wait to meet my first grandchild!" Clare said as tears weld up in her eyes. "My baby's having a baby." Clare as happy tears poured down her face. Becca smiled at her and turned towards me. I stared blankly at the bookcase in front of me, slowly clenching my fists. I wanted nothing more than to throw a good punch at Daniel.

"Daddy? Aren't you happy?" Becca said cautiously. My eyes flickered to my daughter who stood motionless, waiting for my reaction. I sighed resting back against the couch, bringing my gaze back to the bookcase.

"No, I'm not." I said, a monotone, trying to control my anger.

"B-But why?" Becca said with a shaky voice. The room fell silent, an awkward tension arose, forcing me to look at my family. Clare's tears had disappeared but was replaced with a look of pure anger. My little girl had tears in her eyes, but held them in trying to seem unfazed. Lastly I looked over at Matt and Daniel, both speechless; although Daniel seemed nervous and scared upon further examination. He knew how I felt about him so based on my reaction to his news, the kid must be shitting his pants right now. I licked my lips, not being able to look at Becca.

"I just don't. You wouldn't understand." I whispered as I played with my wedding ring.

"I can't believe you daddy! I thought you would be happy for me! I-I-oh god." I looked up seeing Becca run to the bathroom, down the hall with Clare trailing behind her. I stood up from the couch hearing my daughter vomit and the occasional chocked sob.

"What the hell's your problem Mr. G" I whipped my head around to Daniel. Hm, the kid finally grew a pair. Too bad what he just said, was enough to set me off. I turned my whole body towards him, eyeing him.

"What's my problem? MY problem!" I shouted at Daniel. I watched as he put his head down and laughed a little bit walking towards me.

"You hear that? That's your daughter in there, sick because of you. I know you're pissed about this but guess what I don't give a shit. Grow up." He said pushing past me, quickly making his way to the bathroom to help Becca.

I bit my tongue and walked towards the front door grabbing my keys.

"Dad where are you going?" Matt asked, following me.

"Out" I said slamming the door behind me. I walked towards my black BMW that was parked in the driveway, quickly getting in and slamming the door shut earning a few looks from the neighbors. I ignored their curious stares I was receiving and drove off towards the gym; The one place I went to blow off steam. Even though I was dressed in my everyday clothes I always kept a spare bag of gym clothes in the back of my car just in case. Now I'm kind of glad I kept it in the back. I couldn't dare go back into that house and change, nor will I exercise in these ball crushing skinny jeans.


I checked the time on my watch, showing 2 am in bright green letters. I sighed running my hands through my hair, knowing I was in serious trouble with Clare. I tip toed up the steps to our bedroom, hoping that she was asleep. I quietly made it to our bedroom, seeing the light was on. Shit, she's been up this whole time. I opened the door, not trying to be quiet anymore, I was as good as dead anyway.

Once entered the room I saw Clare sitting on our bed, in a tank top, reading a book. I walked over to our closet dumping my duffle bag filled with sweaty gym clothes on the floor.

"I can't believe you, Eli." Clare said in a seething tone. I slowly turned towards her, scared out of my mind. Clare was always sweet , never one to lose her temper but when she was mad, she was mad. I watched as she got out of bed, slowly walking towards me.

"How could you do that to our daughter, Eli! This was supposed to be a happy day for her, but you ruined it! I know you hate him but dammit you could have kept your mouth shut instead of upsetting her like that!" Clare crossed her arms over her chest. A pang of guilt and hurt ran through my chest.

"We spent an HOUR in the bathroom, taking care of Becca. She cried and cried-" I cut Clare off not wanting to hear anymore. Knowing I had hurt my daughter that much and now fully understanding the consequences of my actions.

"Clare, I'm sorry. I know I screwed up and running off didn't help either. I understand if you and Becca hate me..I kinda hate me too." Clare's face softened at my words as she took a few steps closer to me.

"I could never hate you Eli, and neither could Becca, but that doesn't mean we can't be angry at you." She quickly turned around, walking towards our bed grabbing my pillow and throwing it at me.

"Have fun on the couch." Clare said as she crawled into bed, closing the lamp on our nightstand. I sighed walking out of our room and down the stairs. As I took my time down the steps I looked at all the photos on the wall, using the moon light from a nearby window as my light source. I looked at each picture until I stopped at one that showed a 4 year old Becca, sucking her thumb smiling at me. It was her first day of kindergarten. I smiled softly at the photo, removing it from the wall and carrying it downstairs with me. I tossed my pillow on the couch and laid down cradling the photo gently in my arms. I pulled the photo back slightly, just enough so I could see it. I closed my eyes and placed a soft kiss on my daughter face and closed my eyes whispering,

"I'm sorry I hurt you, my little girl."


I wasn't too happy with how this turned out but I really want to do this four shot so yeah.

Review if you'd like :)

By the way Becca was inspired by my Eclare baby on my role play. :D