A/N: This one's kind of short, but it made me happy, so I hope you like it c: The next chapter will probably end up a bit longer, maybe even two parts.
HINT: It involves tents. Stay tuned and, as always, review and leave any suggestions! Thanks!

Jefferson usually woke to the morning sun streaming through his window. This morning, however, he was startled awake by a loud crash coming from the first floor. Confused, and still groggy from sleep, he pulled on his bath robe and shuffled down the stairs. He was met with a mixture of delicious smells wafting from the kitchen.

"Grace?" He turned the corner to find his daughter hastily sweeping up the shards of a smashed plate.

"Sorry Papa, I knocked it off the counter." She dumped the mess into the trash bin. "But go back to sleep! I can't very well bring you breakfast in bed if you're not in it."

"Wow, you made all this yourself?" He ruffled her hair as he moved to inspect the dishes laid out on the island. Grace was clearly the better cook out of the two. The assortment of breakfast foods looked and smelled divine. "It looks great, but what did you go to all this trouble for?"

She smiled at Jefferson and pointed at the calendar hanging on the refrigerator. "I think you're forgetting what day it is."

He squinted to see the tiny writing printed at the bottom of Sunday, June 16. Father's Day. He never had reason to celebrate the holiday over the years, and it must have slipped from his mind. He turned to Grace, then to the special breakfast she had made for him, and back to his daughter. He rushed forward and pulled her into a hug, as tight as possible without hurting her. Jefferson's heart was surely going to explode if he got any happier.

"Thank you, baby. This is the first Father's Day here in Storybrooke that I've gotten to spend with you. I'm thankful just to have you here, but breakfast is wonderful, too."

The food disappeared in a matter of minutes, with Grace's help of course. This meant that they now had the entire day to spend together, and no idea what to do. In the end, Grace came up with something.

"Let's go find mushrooms, and play hide-and-seek in the forest!"

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It was the perfect day to be outside. It wasn't too sunny or warm, but the overcast sky showed no signs of rain, so they trekked out into the woods surrounding the house, making sure not to go too far and accidentally cross the town line. Being out with Grace almost made Jefferson forget the last 28 years. It was as if he'd never left her, and they were just having fun together, getting ready for market tomorrow. As it turned out, Storybrooke didn't have many mushrooms to choose from, and none of them seemed particularly appetizing. Instead, they spent the rest of the morning taking turns hiding and seeking.

It was days like these that reminded Jefferson how lucky he was. Grace thought today was a time to honor him for being her Papa, but he thought there should be a day to honor her for being his daughter. Last month, on Mother's day, it was a sad occasion. They both had years to deal with their loss, but when all the other children in Grace's class at school were making cards to take home to their moms, she couldn't. Instead, her teacher told her to make a card for Jefferson. Maybe they should tweak that holiday a bit.

"Grace?" The pair was walking home, having spent the last hour playing in the trees. "It doesn't seem fair that I should get a special day and you don't. How about we make the second sunday in May, every year, national Daughter's Day? At least in our family."

Grace smiled up at him. "I think that sounds like a good idea."

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They decided to go to Granny's for dinner that night. He ran into Emma and Snow, who also wished him a happy Father's Day. He didn't realize how much he would come to love this holiday. Everyone he saw that day had a kind word for him and it reassured the fact that he was a dad again. For 28 years, he'd been an outsider. He had a daughter, but she wasn't his, and he certainly didn't feel anything like a father to her. But now, he was, and he always would be, and that reality had him sitting on cloud nine all day. Just being with Grace, chatting over a few hamburgers, was more of a gift than he ever could have imagined.

When Ruby came to collect their plates, she brought over two thick slices of chocolate cake from the stand on the counter. "It's on the house, Dad." She winked at Jefferson and went back to the register.

As they were leaving the diner, he passed Charming on his way to meet Emma and Snow. "Hey Jeff, happy Father's Day!" He clapped him on the back.

"You'd think I was everyone's dad." All their friends and neighbors had been delighted to see him today. Grace had quickly become a favorite with all of the residents of Storybrooke, but he didn't think they cared all that much about him. "And same to you."

Charming grinned. "We're all just so happy for you. Everyone knows your story now, and we see how glad you are to have Grace back." He turned to her. "Your Papa loves you a whole lot."

She giggled. "I know. And I love him too. I wish people liked him this much all the time, I could get used to the free cake." Charming and Jefferson both laughed.

"Come on kid, it's late." He kissed the top of her head, and father and daughter started the walk back home.