"Darling, your father is on the TV again" Louise called her daughter who was sat in her playroom into the kitchen where the TV was showing a chat show which Patrick Jane was appearing on. The nine year old Lucy rushed from the pink playroom into the kitchen where her mother was stood, chopping vegetables. Lucy stood next to her mother and looked at the TV which was situated on the worktop. Lucy's face lit up when she saw her father stood in front of a lot of people. She didn't quite understand what he was doing but she didn't care. It was her father and she loved him very much. Louise looked down onto her daughter's blonde curls and smiled. Lucy was always excited to see her dad on the TV, her friends at school knew her dad was famous but Lucy just thought it was funny he was on TV. When the show had ended, Lucy looked up to her mum.

"Will daddy be back soon?" asked the little girl and Louise smiled.

"He should be back in a few hours. Why don't you go and practice your piano and I'll be there in a minute..." Louise suggested and Lucy ran into the living room and sat herself down on the chair at the piano and she began to play it slowly. Louise finished chopping the vegetables and put them into a bowl of water and left them for a few minutes. She didn't have to get tea ready just yet, besides it was only four o'clock. She washed her hands and went into the living room. She took a seat next to her daughter on the large chair and watched how her small hands moved gracefully across the set of white keys.

"How was that?" Lucy asked her mum when she had finished the song.

"That was brilliant" she said and kissed the top of her daughter's head. Lucy giggled and returned to playing the piano. They sat there for an hour as Lucy played the piano. Eventually, Louise knew she had to get tea ready for when Patrick returned home.

"You keep practicing here. I have to go and make tea" Louise told her daughter who nodded and began to play the piano again. Louise stood up and ruffled her daughter's hair before going back into the kitchen to start the chicken casserole. Louise kept listening to her daughter's playing as she marinated the chicken and set the table. She couldn't believe how good she was for a nine year old. At around six o'clock the front door opened and Lucy rushed from her piano into the arms of her father.

"Daddy" she cried as he hugged her tightly.

"Hey Loopy Lucy" he said as her arms wrapped around his waist. Louise came walking into the hallway with a towel flung over her shoulder and she smiled at the sight.

"Me and mummy watched you on TV" Lucy said proudly as Patrick held his daughter at arm's length

"Did you?" Patrick asked with a raised brow and Lucy nodded at her father.

"Come on Lucy, you go and wash your hands, it's nearly dinner time" Louise told Lucy who nodded and ran off to the downstairs bathroom. Patrick smiled at his wife and came forward to hug her. He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her on the cheek.

"Good day?" Patrick asked her and she nodded

"Not bad" she said and tried to escape from Patrick's hold.

"Patrick, let go, I've got food in the oven which will burn" she said but Patrick remained his hold over her.

"Patrick..." Louise said threateningly and he released her.

"You can be a complete spoil sport sometimes" Patrick moaned and followed his wife into the kitchen. She glanced around and winked at him before saying:

"That's why you married me"

"I thought you married someone because you loved them?" came Lucy's voice from the dining table and Louise sighed as Patrick went to sit down next to his daughter.

"I do love your mummy but you see Lucy...she forced me to marry her." Patrick told Lucy who gasped in shock and she looked at her mother who was pulling a dish out from the oven.

"You bullied daddy?" Lucy asked her mum and Louise smirked a little at her daughter's naivety.

"No darling I love your daddy that's why we got married" Louise told her daughter who turned back to her daddy who shook his head in mock disbelief.

"Don't believe her Lucy" Patrick warned his daughter who stared at her mother.

"I'm sorry mummy but daddy said he would never lie to me and so I have to believe everything he tells me" Lucy said and folded her arms over her chest.

"Sorry honey...but its best she knew the truth" Patrick said and went up to help his wife carry the plates to the table.

"It's a good job she's still young and can learn not to believe everything that comes from that big mouth of yours" Louise whispered to her husband who gasped in shock.

"How could you Louise?" he asked her and she smiled

"Quite easily dear" she grinned.