"I'm going to kill him."

"Would you stop pacing? You are not going to kill him. He'd 15 years old."

"I don't care how old he is. If he put his filthy hands on my daughter I'm going to chop them off."

"His hands?"

"Hi fucking balls."

"Baby, listen to me, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later. I mean we were teenagers our first time. Well, my first time, you were what—12 your first time?"

He glares at her, "I wasn't 12. And you were 17, not 15."

"I came close quite a few times when I was 15."

"Not with me," he argues, "With that bastard Saracen. And now his fucking kid wants to put his hands on my baby and that's not going to happen."

Julie Riggins shakes her head as her husband starts to pace again, "That bastard Saracen that happens to be one of your two best friends now."

"Not the point."

"No," she said as she got up and stood in front of him to halt his pacing, "The point is…she's 15 and we can't lock her up."

"So what?" he shook his head, long hair flying around as if it was just as angry as he was, "We do nothing, we have no control."

"We did something. We taught to be smart and strong and responsible. A long time ago all of that stopped me from having sex and I'm glad because I got to have my first time with you. And I also got to have a pure sweet love to cherish and remember. And we have to hope…and pray…and trust that our little girl will understand all of that just a little bit."

Tim's blew out a breath and pulled her closer, "I want to do that Jules, I do, but….she's…."

"I know."

"No, you don't. It's different for a dad."

"I know," she emphasized the words this time, "I used to be the little girl remember. And I didn't always get it then, but I do now. I know its rough watching her grow up, but, you don't really have a choice." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and pushed away, "So deal with it…and go wash your hands for dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

Julie faked a pout, her big eyes looked up at him, "But I made your favorite."

Tim gave a fake growl of irritation and kissed her when she giggled at him. It amazed him that his wife could still sound like a bubbly 15 year old even as they waited for their 15 year old to come home.

He followed her to the table, ear listening for the front door to open, for his little girl to come home safe and sound….and unsexed.

Two hours later she strolled in all smiles as she hugged her mother and came over to kiss him good night, "Night daddy," she whispered as she brushed her lips over his cheek.

"Night darlin" he says and his arms come up around her, holding her to him for longer than usual.

"Daddy," she complains, "You're cutting of my air supply."

He reluctantly lets go and she's giggling as she pulls back, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing baby, nothing, go ahead, go to bed and get some rest."

"Okay, I love you, Daddy."

He forced his voice not to break as he whispered back, "I love you too."