Title: Protective Daddy

Pairing: Stacie/Donald

Disclaimer: Don't own Pitch Perfect. I think we're all aware of that.

Summary: Donald comes home from work to find that his little princess is apparently on a playdate with some little sick-o, and on top of that, said sick-o had written a letter saying how much he likes Donald's baby princess. Stacie tries to calm down her livid husband... Just a cute, fluffy little plotless story I thought of when my niece received her first love letter at the age of four. It's my inspiration for this story.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. It's been a while, but I'm back on the saddle! The writing saddle, that is. Anyway, I'll be back to updating regularly, so any requests, questions, etc., are welcome and appreciated. Oh and don't forget to REVIEW! Love you lots!

-Sux2budude

Protective Daddy

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Donald pulls the door to their apartment open, sighing exhaustedly as he stomps heavily onto the hardwood floor. It's been a long day at work, and all he wants to do, is curl up on the couch and watch t.v. with his girls.

Stacie twists around in her seat on the couch, seeing her husband shrugging out of his jacket. "You're home early!" She squeals in delight as she hops off the couch and runs around it to greet her husband.

"Hey, babe." Donald smiles, welcoming the hug and the kiss with open arms... and mouth. "Where's my little trouble maker?" He asks as his eyes begin to scan the living room for any signs of his baby girl. She's five years old and is currently in that cute little independent phase where she refuses to be acknowledged as a baby, but Donald can't call her anything else. She's his baby girl, and quite frankly, he wishes she could stay his baby girl forever and never grow up. But that's not possible.

Stacie snorts as she moves towards the coffee table and snatches up a folded piece of green construction paper. "She's on a play date with Mrs. Penelope's son, Wyatt."

Donald's back goes rigid as he slowly turns to stare at his wife in disbelief. "She's what?"

Completely unaware of the look on her husbands face, she snorts as she opens up the construction paper in her hands before thrusting it at him. "Yeah. And Wyatt has a secret crush on our little Jenny."

Donald nearly has a heart attack at those words as he snatches the paper out of Stacie's hands and reads it quickly, each word making his eyes widen further, and his blood boiling hotter. "The fuck?" he mutters under his breath.

Stacie quirks an eyebrow at his reaction as she waits for him to finish reading and deciphering Wyatt's cute little love note to their daughter.

"Babe," Donald says, pulling his eyes away and handing the construction paper back to Stacie. "Can you read what that says? This little punk seems to be illiterate and he makes no sense."

Stacie rolls her eyes at her husband as she takes the letter from him and smiles down at it. The contents of the letter is quite amusing to say the least. Stacie glances at her slightly tense husband... It's amusing for her at least.

Deer Jenny,

Yoo ar the mosse prittyess gurl i haff evr sine. I rilly lick yoo, bcuss yoo ar kined to me alll the tym, nd i thingk yoo have prittyfull eys, nd a prittyfull smyl. i wont to b yur frend.

luv, Wyatt.

That's what's written on the little piece of green construction paper, complete with little hearts, stars, what looks like a seven-story house with three chimneys, a car with five tires, and half a sticker of a cow on the bottom, the cows rear end missing.

Stacie grins. So to a five year old, this is love. "What did you not understand about the letter?" She asks Donald who immediately widens his eyes at her.

"Uhhh, everything?"

Stacie sighs heavily but begins to read aloud what she thinks Wyatt wanted to say. It's quite the puzzle since half the letters in the note were backwards, and deformed in some way, but she manages well. Clearing her throat loudly, she begins to read, "Dear Jenny, you are the most prettiest girl I have ever seen. I really..." she pauses at the word, not sure how Donald would react to the poor kid writing that he really likes Jenny, spelled as, "really lick". "Uhh, like. He wrote, I really like you, because your are kind to me all the time, and I think you have pretty-ful eyes and a pretty-ful smile. I want to be your friend... Love, Wyatt." she closes the letter, smiling at it. "Awww, isn't it adorable?"

Donald blinks at his wife, unamused. Far from it, actually. "Adorable? Who does this little punk think he is? Saying my baby girl is pretty and kind to him." he scoffs as he begins to pace around the room, muttering obscenities about Wyatt to himself. "She shouldn't be going to the same school as this little prick."

Stacie's eyes widen at that, "Donald! What in the world are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this stupid William kid! He's a freaking pervert?"

"He's five years old!" Stacie argues, not believing her ears.

"So? He's talking about my little princess!"

"It's a love letter, Donald. I'm pretty sure that to a five year old, love is just friendship."

"Not in ten years it won't." Donald counters heatedly.

"Oh my God," Stacie groans as she grabs her husband by the shirt and pulls him over to their couch before pushing him down on it. "Okay, first of all, we're talking about five year olds here. Five!" she says pointedly, holding up five fingers to emphasize her point.

Donald rolls his eyes at her. "Are you five now?"

Stacie pauses to fold her arms across her chest, giving her husband a death glare. "No, but you certainly aren't far from it."

Donald only scoffs, going back to cursing out poor Wyatt under his breath.

"Oh and second," Stacie interrupts his thoughts. "our little Jenny lick's him back."

Donald's eye twitches as he stares at his wife in utter disbelief. "Well she can forget about it." he says, snatching the letter out of Stacie's hands and staring down at it again. "Jenny is not dating some little punk I don't know. As a matter of fact, she won't be dating a day before her thirtieth birthday." he finalizes sternly.

Stacie smacks her palm across his chest, and glares at her husband. "Did you forget that I had to threaten to disown myself when my dad refused to let me date you back in college?"

"That's different, babe! I don't want my baby to date at a young age. Your dad just hated my guts... and he's kind of nuts." he adds as an afterthought.

Stacie rolls her eyes at her husband but doesn't deny that her dad is kinda nuts, because as terrible as it sounds, he is kinda nuts. "This isn't dating, Donald. Our daughter just has an admirer, and he wants to be her friend! It says on that letter." she says pointing at the last sentence on the green construction paper.

Donald blinks at it, only seeing 'PUNK' staring back at him. "This is a code word, babe! It means trouble."

"No, it's not a code word. It's written plain and clear. I. Want. To be. Your friend. Plain as ever."

"I'm telling you. It's a freaking code word. I would know. I was once a little boy, and boys are perverts." Donald argues.

Stacie stops to quirk a perfectly raised eyebrow at her husband. "You were a manwhore back then. Wyatt, is a harmless five year old little boy who likes our daughter and want's to be her friend."

"You don't know that, babe. He could be a mini serial killer!"

Stacie blinks at her husband, wondering where the hell he's getting all these ideas from. "Donald, he's a little boy. He happens to think that our daughter is the prettiest thing ever, and he wanted to tell her that, in a letter. It's completely harmless."

"Harmless my ass," Donald says sharply. "He put half a cow sticker on the letter. He chopped a poor, innocent cow in half and put it in a letter to my baby girl. Who does that? The kid's a psychopath!"

Stacie groans again, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. It's cute that he feels the need to protect their precious little girl, but he's being completely irrational about a five year old boy writing a letter to their daughter about what he thinks of her. And they're all good things. "Baby," She says slowly, cautiously. "Wyatt is just a little boy. He's harmless and he's just in that young, puppy-love stage right now."

"Young puppy love my ass," Donald mutters under his breath, but Stacie can see he's calming down a bit. Just as she's about to let out a sigh of relief, he pops back up. "What kind of dumbass name is Wart, anyway?"

"It's Wyatt," Stacie corrects with an eyeroll. "and it's a perfectly normal name."

"Sounds like a complete weirdo to me." he murmurs dejectedly.

Stacie chuckles softly as she sits on his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. "It's cute."

"No it's not." Donald replies flatly.

Stacie rolls her eyes again but kisses his cheek. "You're cute." she whispers softly into his ear. "Especially when you're being all Superhero protective daddy."

He lets a little grin onto his lips at that. "No one messes with my baby girl."

"I know. But just promise me you'll try not to go to Jenny's school and scaring the living shit out of the poor boy." she says half seriously as she kisses his jaw seductively.

He pretends to think about it. He's still not okay with some little hobbit hitting on his little Jenny, but he figures his wife is right about one thing. Kindergartners are harmless. "Fine." he sighs heavily.

"Promise me." Stacie says huskily as she grinds against him, knowing exactly the kind of effect she has on him.

"I promise." he breathes, turning his head towards hers and capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, before pulling away quickly and throwing a serious glance at his wife. "But if he tries something, or so much as sneezes on my little princess's shoe, I'll hunt him down and shake him till his hair falls out. It won't even be hard to find him. There are not that many kids on the block named Wimp."

Stacie glares at her husband. He says it with meaning, which makes her wonder if he's serious about everything he just said. She only shakes her head and pulls away from him to give him a worried look. "You scare me sometimes." she says seriously.

Donald only laughs as he sits up straight. "Hey, that's so weird! My mom said the exact same thing to me the other day."

"Gee, I wonder why." Stacie says sarcastically with her hands on her hips.

"You know you love me." Donald says with that usual charming smile that won her heart over back in college.

"Yes," She sighs. "Though how? I'll never know."

Donald scoffs at that. "You can't deny my hotness, babe. Admit it."

"I think I've done that and so much more to show my feelings for you." she lift her ring finger up to his face, making sure he's staring straight at her wedding ring. "Hence marrying you."

He has that smile on his face then. Not the smile that melts her heart completely, or the smile that makes her nervous. It's the mischievous one that excites her. The one that makes her feel giddy when present on his handsome face. "Wanna show me again?" he asks huskily, the lust evident in his eyes... and jeans. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

She rolls her eyes at him, not able to hide her smile as she grabs his hand and leads him towards their bedroom. "If you insist." she says before slamming their door shut behind them.

- Later That Night:

"Daddy, did you read my letter from Wyatt?" the little raven-haired girl asks her dad in a giddy tone.

Stacie's head snaps up to look at her husband from across the counter where they were currently trying to bake cupcakes for Jenny's class fundraising program.

Donald all but freezes. "Uhhh, yeah. I did." he answers as he continues to mix the batter, avoiding Stacie's eyes.

"So what do you think?"

Finally, Donald stops mixing and leans down on his elbows to smile at his little girl, sitting on one of the stools and eyeing him seriously. He knows that look all too well; the little girl having picked up her mothers expressions rather quickly. "About what, Munchkin?"

Jenny rolls her eyes at the nickname, "I'm five and a half, daddy. I'm not a munchkin anymore."

Donald grins triumphantly. Crisis averted, he thinks. "Yes, but daddy loves his munchkin. You don't wanna be daddy's munchkin anymore?"

Jenny looks conflicted, torn between being her daddy's munchkin, and being the independent little girl who was responsible. After a long moment, she answers, "I'll be your munchkin daddy. but only 'cause you love munchkin."

Donald winks over at his wife. "Fine with me."

"So whaddaya think?" Jenny asks again.

"Of what?"

"Of Wyatt's letter. Isn't he great?"

Donald throws a helpless glance at his wife who only winks at him, grinning before she goes back to mixing ingredients into a bowl.

"Uhhh-"

"What?" Jenny questions curiously.

"He's..." he looks up to find Stacie smiling at him. It's a warm one, her eyes silently telling him to calm down and say what he knows is best. "I think he can be a great friend to you."

Jenny practically beams at her father. "Really, daddy?"

Donald smiles softly at his little princess. He wants to protect her from everything and anything in this dangerous, corrupted world. But as much as he wants to do that, and never let his daughter grow up, he knows he can't do that to her. She'd only end up resenting him, and he can't bear that thought. What he really wants, is for his little princess to be happy. "Really." he says.

Jenny squeals in delight, jumping up in her chair and hugging her father tightly. "Oh, thank you daddy! I thought you would hate Wyatt." she mutters.

Donald pulls away, surprised by what she said. "Why would you think that?"

She shrugs, "Aren't daddy's supposed to hate their daughters boyfwends?"

Donald raises his eyebrows a bit. "First of all, Wyatt isn't your boyfriend. He's just a friend to you, okay?"

"Well yeah," Jenny says with an exaggerated eyeroll. "he's a boy, and he's my fwend, so he's my boy. fwend."

Donald laughs, "Okay, Miss Smartypants."

"Can I go watch t.v., now?" she asks with a perfect pout.

Stacie chuckles lightly, "Ten minutes, sweety."

The little girl jumps excitedly off her chair, and practically skips out of the kitchen.

Stacie grins as she turns to look at her husband. "I have to say, I'm impressed with the way you handled that situation."

Donald smiles softly. "Baby, you know I'm always impressive."

Stacie snorts as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a kiss. "I'll say."

"Mmmm, wanna move this back to our room?"

Stacie laughs, pulling away. "No, we have cupcakes to bake."

Donald chuckles, pecking her lips again. "Figures. The little munchkin is the one who volunteered cupcakes, and then she makes us do all the work while she watches t.v."

"Yeah, she's definitely her fathers daughter." Stacie laughs.

-SD-

Author's Note: Woohoo! Done with this chapter. This was really just something I thought would be totally cute, and I can soooo picture this happening in a little Stacie/Donald family. It's cute and fluffy, and sweet. I personally like this chapter. Anyway, reviews, and requests are welcome and much appreciated. Stay tuned for more on the way. ;)

-Sux2budude