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"So. What are you thinking?" Walter asked as Maisey cuddled up to him on the sofa, the other kids in the kitchen with Curt where there was too much noise for a tired Moo-Moo.
"That you are not a scary Daddy after all" she said seriously "you did scary things but I know booze does that. My Da was a bad man on the booze. But he was a bad man when he didn't' smell like that. You are not a bad man when you do not smell."
Walter felt his belly fall into the foundations of the house as she looked up at him, those green eyes boring into him "I am sorry I made you scared darling. Work was getting to me and I made a bad choice. I think … maybe I shouldn't drink like that if it makes me scary."
She sat back and stared at him, her shock on her face raw "Really? You would not do it for me?"
"Missy Moo … I love you" he whispered softly "Don't tell the others but … I think you are special."
She grinned happily as she snuggled into him and she said after a while "Taddy Curtis is sort of like Grandy but I think you are more. You hide him better in your heart but sometimes I see him in your eyes, like stars shining."
"My Taddy always called me his star" Walter kissed her head "Maybe you are mine. Yes?"
"Thank you Daddy" she said happily.
"Thank you Maisey. For being my daughter, for being so brave when bad things happened and for letting me know how to help fix something that might be scary" Walter said as he held her tightly "Life can be scary sometimes and right now someone is trying to hurt me because they are jealous of me and of us. There might be a few crazy days ahead with people visiting, yelling and Grandy doing that strut he does when angry. Just know it is not something you did ok? Someone is trying to upset me and Taddy but it will not work. We are solid. We are a family and we are strong. Right?"
"I will bite them" she frowned, then added with a serious look as she looked at him with huge eyes "Only if you give the order!"
Walter laughed as he drew her in for a cuddle, leaning back as he let it all go. Fuck Dale. Fuck the studio and Fuck the world. All he needed was this side of the bridge they had named Where Angels Fall.
Shangri-la was always on his side.
Heaven was safe.
