14. Smile.
She always smiled. It was the first thing Reno noticed about her. Her firebrand hair and big green eyes were all him, but the soft, cherub face was her mothers. And her smile…that was his too. He knew his friends were looking at him funny when he swung the little girl into the air, burbling happily. She squealed in laughter as he nuzzled her tummy, giving her a raspberry.
The tiny girl was maybe six months old, by Elena's reckoning, and she'd been left at the hospital by her mother, who had tried for welfare and failed. Reno was called, and the unaware father met Riana Sinclair for the first time. He had immediately fallen into the habit of calling her Rin-chan, taking pictures, and caring for her.
As it turned out, though the others hadn't known this, his family was large. His mother had provided her best, but there was still a passel of redheaded children to take care of. Reno, as fourth oldest, had taken care of his younger sisters. He was the only boy, so that explained some of his mannerisms.
And the thing that each of the Turks noticed, was that both of them loved to smile. And Rin, when she grew up, would be the same heartbreaker her father was. All she had to do to own the world was flash that impish grin and wink, and she'd have any male eating out of the palm of her hand.
And Reno, as he watched his little girl sleep in the cradle beside his desk, would smile that soft smile that made almost every human being who saw it melt. For it was full of love for his little heartbreaker.
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Okay, so I like the idea of Reno being a daddy. I never really had a good dad, so I want him to be all caring and shit. Maybe out of character, but for him…I think it fits. And you know he has to have at least one brat running around. I'm not sure if I made this clear before but none of these one-shots are supposed to be sequential or linked in any way. Some may be related, some may not. And I have a sneaky suspicion that this might morph into something bigger. shrugs
As always, I love my reviewers, you guys make life worth living. Hope to hear more from you and give you lots of virtual mrs. Fields cookies.
Rabid.