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"Daddy Nick," Angel said once we were riding down a track.

"What is it Baby?" I asked looking at her.

"What if I didn't want to call you Daddy Nick anymore?" she asked biting her lip.

When she said that I felt my heart drop. Why didn't she want to call me that anymore? I finally got to the point of thinking of her as my daughter and she didn't want me to be her dad anymore.

"Why not?" I said trying not to sound hurt.

"Because I want to call you Papa," Angel said blushing, "I know it's not really different, but I don't know. I just thought since you're my dad also I'd call you that. You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not," I said grinning, "I love it."

"Good," she said smiling back.

I looked over at Greg and saw that he was smiling just as big as me. When Angel said it wasn't a big deal I couldn't help but think it was. I truly felt like that I was Angel's dad now.

I never really thought about all the things that would change when Angel came into my life. Now, I can't really think of my life without having Angel in there somewhere.

We rode the trail for awhile longer until Angel looked like she was about to fall asleep. I knew that she couldn't ride all the way back so I got her onto my horse and rode back home.

James, Courtney, and Mimi were outside reading a book. They looked happy, but they were all reading different books and no one was talking. We never read like that when we were at home.

When we read a book we'd pass it around and basically act out the book. We had so much fun just goofing off that when we learned something we barely noticed. I liked reading books like that.

We walked inside the house and I saw Mom pacing the living room talking loudly into the phone. Dad was sitting at the desk typing on his laptop. My parents worked a lot and they didn't really take time off.

As I watched all of this I realized how lucky I was to have Greg and Angel. I never really thought about my parents when I was a child, but now I saw something that I didn't want to be.

I didn't want to be a workaholic that brought their work home with them and rarely just played with their kids. I didn't want to be separated from Angel even when we were together.

My family was a great family and I loved them with all of my heart, but the life they had made for themselves wasn't the life that I wanted for me or the people I cared about.

I knew that my parents did the best that they could for me, but what they gave me was not something I wanted to give to Angel. I wanted Angel to have a life that she wanted.

No one was going to tell Angel that she couldn't do something that she wanted to do within reason. There are some things that I never wanted Angel to do, but in the end it was up to her.

Greg and I brought Angel up to her bed. We tucked her in and talked to her for a little while. Angel was about to fall asleep when she asked for Zero. I went to the door way and whistled.

Zero came running in and jumped on the bed. When she was on the bed all of her movements became calmer. I knew that Zero could tell Angel was about to fall asleep also.

We left Angel's room when we were sure she was fast asleep. Then we went downstairs for dinner. I didn't really want to because I knew that it was possible we were going to fight.

"Nicolas," Dad said when we sat down, "What was that about Angel dying her hair? Do you really think that is appropriate?"

"I'm not going to stop Angel if she wants to do it," I said calmly.

"It's not right," Mom said shaking her head, "That's not what proper ladies do."

"Angel isn't a proper lady," Greg said jumping into the conversation, "And I'm not going to stop my daughter from doing something she wants to do."

"And if she wanted to jump off a building would you let her?" Dad asked crossing his arms.

"No," I said firmly, "But dying her hair isn't going to hurt anyone?"

"What about your image?" Mom asked seriously, "Have you thought about that?"

"Screw my image," I said angrily, "I could care less. I'm going to bed."

I walked out of the living room and up to my room. Greg was right behind me. When I sat down on our bed I felt him gently start to message my muscles. I hated getting into it with my parents.

I knew that they weren't going to be happy about us letting Angel dye her hair, but I didn't think they'd be mad about my image. They knew that my image meant nothing to me.

They must have been talking about their own. It was bad enough that one of their kids was gay, but now their basic granddaughter was dying her hair rainbow colors. It was too much.

"Shh," Greg whispered into my ear, "Just calm down Nick."

"They care so much about their stupid image," I said angrily.

"I know," he said soothingly, "Just think that we will never do that to Angel. That's what I'm doing."

"Yeah," I said nodding, "Also we get to leave in two days."

"Nick," he said laughing, 'It's three days. We're leaving the day after Thanksgiving."

"Oh," I said turning to him.

"Come on," he said taking his shirt off, "Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow we have to go to the salon."

"Never been to one," I said following his lead.

"This is going to be very interesting then," he said cuddling into me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked confused.

"Goodnight," he said kissing my lips, "I love you Nick."

"I love you too Greg," I said letting sleep consume me.