A Family Moment Fic:
Summary: Don as over protective father
Characters: Don, OC-Elle, Maggie
Rating: K
Word Count: 637
Thanks to jlm110108 and sorocula for betaing and trying to help me come up with the end. I'll leave the rest of the conversation to your imagination...
Disaclaimer: nothing is mine. I just like to play.

"Mom! Where's my pink shirt?" Maggie Eppes called down from her bedroom.

Elisabeth looked up from her novel. She was stretched out on the couch, her feet resting in Don's lap as he watched television. "I don't know, Maggie. Did you check the laundry basket in the hall?"

"Found it, thanks! What about my Old Navy jeans? Oh wait, they're here too."

Shaking her head, Elisabeth returned to her book as Don asked, "So where is she going tonight?"

"Uh, out to the movies with some friends."

"Yeah, who's driving?" Don asked, his lips pursed.

She looked up again to meet the gaze of her husband. "Devon's mom is driving them and I told Maggie that we would pick them up."

Maggie yelled from the top of the stairs, "Mom, can I stay over at Devon's?"

Don called back, "Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but Devon got asked to cover Kayla's shift so we'll be working together."

"Fine, does this mean you don't need a ride home?" Elisabeth asked.

"Nope. Devon's mom said she would come back to get us."

"Ok, fine then," Don answered before turning back to Elisabeth. "Is that boy going to be there?" Don's eyes narrowed as he said the last word of his sentence.

Amusement flickered on her lips. "Yes, Ethan is going, but there are at least eight other people going."

He harrumphed in reply, crossing his arms across his chest. "I still think she is too young to date."

Elisabeth chortled. "Don, stop being ridiculous. She's seventeen, not twelve, and besides, Ethan's a nice boy. You've coached his brothers in little league and met his parents several times."

"I don't care whose kid he is. He's with my daughter, my only daughter."

Elisabeth muttered to herself, "Thank God."

"What?" Don glared back at her.

"Nothing, dear. Relax. Everything will be fine." She put her book down and slid closer to Don, laying a hand on the back of his neck. She began to knead the flesh there, producing a low rumble from the back of his throat. "So I was thinking, since DJ is at Michael's and Grier is staying over at your brother's for a sleepover with Benjamin, we could have some alone time, if you know what I mean?" She leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe.

"Mmmm, sounds good to me," he replied. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the back on the couch while Elisabeth continued to massage his neck.

Maggie came running down the stairs dressed in jeans and a pink baby doll tee-shirt. She carried her overnight bag. She scrunched up her face at her parents. "Can't you two even wait till I am gone to start that?"

"Watch it Margaret, or you're not going anywhere," Elisabeth replied with an edge to her voice.

"Sorry. Okay, I'm going to wait out on the porch for Devon."

Don sat up and appraised his daughter's clothing. "Wait. Is that what you're wearing?"

"Umm, yeah. Why?" Maggie answered, annoyed.

Don sputtered, "Those pants are way too tight."

"No they're not! Mom, tell him." Maggie turned a pleading look to her mother.

"Don, the pants are fine. They're what's in style," she answered, trying to soothe him.

"I don't care if they are in style!" His face started to turn red and the vein on his forehead throbbed. "No daughter of mine is going out like that! And that shirt is too short!"

"But Dad!" the teenager cried. "Mom has the same pants on and I don't see you complaining that they're too tight on her." Maggie pointed emphatically at the Old Navy jeans that Elisabeth was wearing. "I heard you say how much you like how they fit her."

Elisabeth smirked, pushing on the vein in his forehead. "She's got you there, Don."