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.

Sorry it took so long. I couldn't come up with anything for Robin. Just so you know this is NOT going to be a Robin/Barney story. I just have them flirt a little since they dated and all.

I own nothing. Please review!

"Alright, Barney," Robin started climbing out of her taxi, "Why did you call me at one o'clock in the afternoon to go shopping?"

"Because Lily and Marshall had to go do something and I needed someone to help," I answered not taking my eyes off Zoë.

It had been a little over an hour since Marshall and Lily had told me that giving up my daughter would be a mistake. I wasn't completely convinced of that, but they were right in some ways. I loved Zoë too much to let her go.

For some reason though I knew that keeping her wasn't going to be the hardest thing I had to do. Not when I still had to tell the rest of my friends and family that I now had a three year old.

I had no idea how anyone was going to react. Lily and Marshall surprised me by being amazingly supportive. They'd even offered to take care of Zoë whenever I needed some time alone.

As odd as it sounded while the couple had seemed thrilled after I told them I'd raise my daughter. Both of them were smiling happily and talking about all the things they were going to do with Zoë.

Lily kept going on and on about how amazing it was going to be to have a niece to spoil. While I wasn't really sure about the spoiling part, I doubt I'd need help there, I loved hearing her say 'niece'.

Zoë was my daughter and for some reason I thought that meant I'd be doing everything alone. Now I had Uncle Marshall and Aunt Lily helping. Hopefully they'd stop me from messing her up too badly.

Those two almost instantly brought Zoë into our family. She had a family now. People to go to when I was acting more insane than normal. She also had a woman to talk to when she needed to.

Now to tell Robin what was going on. Not only tell her I had a daughter, but introduce them. What if Robin didn't want to be known as Zoë's Aunt like Lily had almost demanded?

Why hadn't I thought of that before I invited her to come shopping? I know I wasn't knowing for thinking, but this wasn't about me, was it? I had to do what was right for Zoë.

Well, I was thinking now. What if they didn't get along? Would it be between my daughter and my friends? I didn't want to make that choice. Though I did know what I'd do if I I was put in that position.

As much as I loved my friends I wasn't going to pick them over my daughter. No matter how much they all didn't get along with each other I knew that they'd understand if it ever came to that.

Sighing I looked over at Robin for a moment before my eyes went back to my daughter. I really wasn't going to enjoy telling Robin about her then introducing them, but I had to do it.

Right now Zoë was looking through a store window at some stuffed animals. I had already agreed to buy her one so she'd have something to hold onto while we shopped for her new room.

After we bought and set up her bed and dresser I was going to grab some things from Jamie's house. Everything else had already been taken care of. Just had to deal with Zoë's things.

At first we thought I'd just bring all of her things with us to my apartment, but she was almost too big for her bed and having the bed not match the dresser was just plain silly.

Or that's what Zoë says. She doesn't fight on much. She'll eat anything and follows the rules or did whatever you said, but having things match and being in a dress were things she'd go toe to toe with you on.

I couldn't help but be happy about that. Kids could cause a lot of trouble and knowing I wouldn't have to deal with at least some of it was making everything easier to handle.

How easy could things be though? Zoë was three years old and I barely knew anything about her. Then there was the fact that she just lost her mother. It wasn't going to be that easy at all.

"Barney, I have…" Robin started.

"I have a daughter," I interrupted.

"Ha-ha. Very funny. I really do have…"

"Her name is Zoë and she's standing right over there."

"And her Mother is over there. Are you paying them as much as the last family? Or did you just sleep with the Mother?"

"Robin, I…"

"You've already done this play, Barney."

Robin turned and stated to hail a taxi. Knowing that I had this one chance to convince the woman that I really had a daughter I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face me again.

"Her mother's dead or will be soon I don't know. She's in the hospital. If you don't believe me ask Lily and Marshall."

Robin followed my finger which was now pointing at Zoë. I watched as her eyes widened in shock. Okay, disbelief and shock. I had prepared myself for that reaction. I could handle this. No problem.

Alright, a look of…Wait, was that a look of betrayal? What did I do to deserve that? It's not like I did any of this on purpose. Anyway, she and I weren't even dating anymore. That look was just weird.

Unless, was this something that Robin had wanted when we were dating? Is this a reason why we had fallen apart as dramatically as we did? Because I had no idea what she had wanted?

Now I was really confused and I didn't like that. I had enough to deal with. A friend mad at me shouldn't be one of them. Not right now. Not when I really needed them on my side.

"So you have a five year old and just didn't tell me?" Robin hissed.

"She's three and what?" I questioned in confusion.

"I don't care. Where's she been hiding? Where was she when we were dating?"

"Again. What?"

"You're an ass for hiding your daughter from the girl you dated. And even more of an ass for getting people to lie about her for you."

"Wait, you think…Robin, I only met her a couple of days ago."

The anger seemed to was out of my friend when I said that. She looked between Zoë, who was now watching us, and myself. Then a look of horror filled her eyes as her mouth opened slightly.

"Her Mom's really dead?" Robin whispered.

"Or dying," I sighed, "I don't know. She didn't want Zoë to see that."

"Can I meet her?"

"Of course. You'll actually be the first. Lily and Marshall left before she woke up. Um…Are you okay with just being known as Robin for now? I don't want to overwhelm her."

"Yes, I like being called by my name."

"Are you sure? Robin is a little boring. Oh I know I can have her call you 'Sparkles'. What do you think?"

"Do it and you're a dead man, Stinson."

Smirking at Robin I found myself feeling like I was back to my normal self. The normal, awesome, Barney. At least for a few moments before I saw that Zoë was now walking up to us.

I couldn't believe how much this whole thing was changing me. Had I even looked at a woman since I found out about Zoë? No, I had been too focused on thinking about her.

Is this how things were going to be from now on? Could I handle that? It's not like a really had a choice, but I hadn't thought about what having a daughter was going to do to my sex life.

Huh. I couldn't be out all night long. I couldn't bring random women home with me. I couldn't disappear for days and come back with these amazing stories. How much was I going to miss that?

"She really is beautiful, Barney," Robin smiled slightly, "Though looking at her Dad."

Smiling at Robin's words I waited for something to hit me. For me to start freaking out like I had before, but this time nothing came. I was simply…Happy about being here with my daughter and my friend.

This is what my life could be like now. Though I really didn't want to give up the sex that came with my old life. I was going to have to figure this all out. Later though. Right now was about Zoë.

My life was going to be revolving around someone else. I hadn't really done that before. Okay, and the freak out started now. Right? I should be freaking out about that thought?

Still, I wasn't. I was looking forward to being a Dad. I was happy about the idea of taking care of someone. Of raising someone. Those were not the things that someone like me normally thought of.

"Knew you still wanted me," I smirked.

"Not in a million years," Robin rolled her eyes.

"Ready to meet her?"

"Yup. Wait. Actually, one question."

"What?"

"Does Ted know yet?"