Another Daddy!Barney story because I just love them so much! It's really going to focus around him and his daughters relationship, but I haven't really figured everything out.

One question for readers though. Should I have Ted and Barney start dating or just make this about Barney and his daughter?

I have one for Barney and Ted getting together later and one for just Barney and his daughter...

I own nothing. Please review!

"Hey Barney," Jamie smiled slightly opening the door to her apartment, "I didn't think you'd show up."

"Almost didn't," I responded honestly.

It had been two days since Jamie told me that her daughter was my daughter. Two days since my whole life changed and I had no idea what I was doing anymore. I was far out of my comfort zone.

After Jamie had told me I had a daughter nothing else was said. Neither of us had any idea what to say to the other. It was five minutes of an awkward before she gave me her address and said that she'd see me on Saturday.

All day Friday I ended up staring at that address and wondering if I should go. Wondering how stupid I could be. Wondering if I was going to mess up this kid as much as I was messed up.

But all those thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as I thought about everything I wanted when I was younger. I thought about how amazing it would be to have a child.

It was something I had wanted so much before everything changed. I gave up so many dreams and for so long I never wanted to even think about them. Now this was being thrown in my face.

There were a lot of things wrong with the idea of me being a Father to this girl. The main one being just how completely and utterly messed up I was. I knew that. Everyone knew that.

The idea of me taking care of another being was laughable. Especially one that was only three years old. I could barely take care of myself most of the time and I was an adult. Mostly.

Now here I was standing outside the apartment my daughter had been living with her whole life. I was actually surprised to know that it wasn't all that far away from my apartment. Only six blocks.

I couldn't believe it. I had walked or driven past this building a few times a week. How was it possible that I had been so close to my daughter and not even known she was alive? Was it possible that I had seen her before?

That was an odd thought. It was possible that I had at least seen my daughter before today. Walked past her and never even had known who she was. It was a horrible thought.

I found myself shaking the thoughts away a second later. Right now I needed to focus on the fact that I was going to met my daughter today. She was right behind her Mother if Jamie turning around and smiled periodically was anything to go by.

I wonder how was I supposed to feel right now? Was they supposed to be some happiness and longing mixed in my feelings? Because I couldn't feel anything besides fear.

I wasn't good enough to be anyone's Father. There were some people out there that thought I wasn't good enough to be a human being. Not that I could always fight them on that point.

"She doesn't know who you are yet," Jamie interrupted my thoughts, "I didn't…In case you couldn't…I mean…"

"I get it," I spoke softly, "Umm…You haven't said. What's her name?"

"Zoë. Her name is Zoë."

Smiling slightly at the name I took a deep breath and followed Jamie into her apartment. I looked around the living room/kitchen and let my smile grow slightly at what I saw. It was a nice place. A little small, but nice.

There wasn't much in either of the room just the normal things though there was some food cooking away on the stove. Since it was only seven in the morning it was probably breakfast.

Everything was pretty normal, but there were two things that really caught my eyes. The first one was the instrument case that was resting on the couch and the second was the multi-colored toy box in the corner.

From here the case looked like it was probably a violin. I hadn't known that Jamie played an instrument. I hadn't actually known anything about her before we had sex. There wasn't a point.

It was just a little odd that both she and I played the same instrument. And if I was to guess, passed off of how old the case looked she had had the violin for quite a few years.

The toy box was almost sickening in the way it was painted. Reds, blues, greens, and yellows mixed together and I could tell the box had probably been hand painted by Zoë. Which was kind of cute.

It was then that I realized that Zoë wasn't actually in either of the rooms. Was it too early for her to be awake or something? No, that didn't make sense. Jamie wouldn't have invited me so early if Zoë wasn't going to be awake.

"She heard that a friend was coming to visit," Jamie answered like she was reading my mind, "She's been in her room going through her clothes trying to find the right outfit. I can't tell you how happy she's going to be when she sees you in a suit."

"She likes suits?" I asked following her into the kitchen.

"She likes looking nice and has a sever dislike for pants. I remember buying her a few pairs for her third birthday and she literally laid them on her bed and just glared at them. What three year old glares at pants?"

A soft chuckle fell from my lips at that. As a kid I hadn't really cared what I was wearing so I never had a worry about that. Now though I did like to look nice. I loved my suits.

Knowing that Zoë liked to look nice too actually made me wonder if she and I were similar in any other ways. It also made me wonder what she looked like. Something I hadn't thought about before.

The only things that I had really truly wondered about was if she was going to like me and how badly I was going to mess her up if I did end up taking care of her. Nothing else had really mattered to me after that.

Before I could voice my question though Jamie smiled and said she was going to help Zoë finish getting ready. My heart started to hammer in my chest when I heard those words.

This was it. I was going to met my daughter. She didn't know who I was yet, but that wasn't the point. I was going to met my daughter and for some reason all the fear I had been feeling was gone.

I ended up sitting at the kitchen table for almost a minute before I heard a door open in the hallway. Two pairs of feet walked through the apartment before I saw Jamie walk into the living room.

She gave me a small smile before turning back to the hallway and saying something so softly I couldn't hear it. It seemed like Zoë was standing behind the wall and nerves had hit her.

"Zoë," Jamie kneeled down her voice only slightly louder than before, "It's alright. Barney really wants to meet you."

There was a moment of silence before shuffling feet were heard once more. Heart pounding loudly I stood up and waited for my daughter to walk into my line of sight. Just a few more steps.

I couldn't stop the smile that came to my lips when the three year old walked out. She was beyond anything I had ever seen. She was honestly the most beautiful being in the world. Maybe this was why people had kids.

Zoë's hair was a dark black that mimicked her Mother's in color and though it was pulled into a low ponytail I could tell that it was as pin straight as mine had been as a kid.

Her paler than pale skin and icy blue eyes though. Those she got from me. She did look like me in a few ways. It was like the final nail in the coffin. There was no doubt. Zoë was my daughter.

She was wearing a white dress with midnight blue lace over it. Her feet were bare right now and her toe and finger nails were both painted a silver color. A charm bracelet was around her wrist matching the locket on her neck.

"I…I couldn't decide what shoes to wear," Zoë spoke quickly as her hands came up to smooth her dress.

"Do you have a pair of white sandals?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"You should wear them. They'd look beautiful with that dress."

Zoë stared at me for a second before a wide smile bloomed on her face as she raced back into her room. A chuckle came from my throat as she raced back in holding two different pairs.

Kneeling down to her height I took both pairs in my hands and looked over them. After spending a moment simply looking over the shoes I put one down while holding the other to her.

The child sat on the floor and pulled her shoes on the smile growing wider as she fixed the strap that was around her ankle. When she was done I helped her stand up along with me.

Jamie smiled and motioned towards the kitchen table. Zoë and I took a seat at the table while Jamie finished placing the food on down and helped make a plate for Zoë before sitting down herself.

As we began to eat I found myself listening as Zoë talked about the dream she had last night. Turns out that the violin case wasn't for Jamie, but it was for Zoë. Jamie bought it for her when she was at a yard sale.

While Zoë spoke I looked at Jamie and found myself smiling at her. This was what I had been missing out on. I honestly couldn't wait to spend more time with my daughter.