Penname: calin-durus

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for language. Thanks to Kimmy for red penning this. Either I'm getting better or.... well... Here's Daddysper!

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Prompt: Pride

I smiled widely as I watched her walk across the stage, where she accepted the rolled piece of parchment with a hand shake. She had done it. After the years Alice and I worried that she wouldn't make it, she pulled through.

Sure, she had done some things that even I wished she had done differently, but even through the mistakes she learned.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" squealed the excited two-year-old sitting on Alice's lap.

"Yep, that's your momma," I told her, kissing her on the forehead. Alice had managed to quiet our granddaughter, Hannah, down enough so that we weren't interrupting the rest of the ceremony.

Once it was all said and done, the graduates came out to their friends and family. Jordan was surrounded by her siblings, all beaming with excitement for their older sister.

"Congratulations, princess," I told her as I pulled her in for a hug.

"Thanks, daddy," she said, hugging me tightly before scooping her little girl into her arms.

I stood back and watched her interact with Hannah. I may have been a complete ass when she came home crying at sixteen 'cause she was pregnant. Okay, looking back, I was an ass. Put it this way, Alice threw me out of the house that night.

But she had proved to be far more mature than I was giving her credit for. She took the advice of her mother and aunts and attended the various parenting prep classes, all while trying to find a job and continuing her studies at school.

She and Taylor worked out a plan - at sixteen, mind you - for their future. He was working to save money as well, so that they could get their own place once they were eighteen.

I was proud of my baby girl. She had done more for her baby than I was able to do for her in a short amount of time.

I wasn't keen on the idea of her being a momma at such a young age. Lord knows Alice and I fought about it constantly, a fact that was completely my fault. But the minute little Hannah was born and I watched Jordy go from the scared little sixteen-year-old, to the calm, collected mother, cuddling with her infant, all my reservations were tossed to the side.

Sure, there were rough times in the last two years. It's hard for anyone yet alone a sixteen-year-old, to adjust to the lifestyle of being a parent. But one look at her baby girl would remind Jordy what was important.

I'd liked to say she got that from me, but I'd be lying. That is completely and utterly Alice.

"Grampy!" a high pitch squeal shouted from besides me. I turned to face my son, who was holding his niece upside down, and laughed.

"Jackson, put her down. She's in a dress, for Christ sake," I scolded.

"Com'on, dad, she's having fun!" he laughed as Hannah wiggled, making her golden strawberry locks dance.

"Jackson Charles..." I warned. Jackson rolled his eyes and set her down.

Hannah then ran over to me, holding her arms up over her head. "Up, Grampy, pwease!" she asked in her own way.

I picked her up, placing her on my hip. "Are you proud of your momma?" I asked her, smoothing the curls from her face.

"Mommy's smart!" she said, giving me a toothy grin.

"Yes, she is," I agreed, looking over at Jordy, who was talking to Alice. Judging by the smile on Alice's face, she was giving Jordy and Taylor their graduation gift from us.

"Oh my God! No way!" Jordan shouted, looking at the envelope as Taylor looked dumbstruck.

"Nice. Kids these days, give them a house and they freak out," Amber teased as she joined me, taking her granddaughter from my arms.

"Wait until they see that it's in shooting distance," I joked.

Amber raised her eyebrow at me. "Your daughter may have given me a beautiful grandchild, but you will not hurt my son," she warned.

I held my hands up in surrender, laughing at her. "Nope, I'll leave that to you."

I made my way toward Alice and Jordan, where I was instantly tackled. "Thank you, daddy, thank you!" she said excitedly.

"Of course," I told her, kissing the top of her head. "Did you really think your momma and I were gonna let you take Hannah Banana away from us?"

Jordan rolled her blue eyes at me and pursed her lips. "Don't call her that, you know I hate it."

I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Parent," I said while pointing at myself, then pointed to her, "child."

She mimicked my movements. "Parent." She then pointed to Hannah. "Child."

Alice started laughing at my dumbfounded expression. "She's got you there, Jazz."

"Sure, side with her... fucking woman..." I grumbled, shaking my head. "You." I pointed to Taylor, slightly amused that even now he seemed scared of me. "You sure you want to marry into this?"

"Daddy!" Jordan cried, outraged, at the same time as Alice smacked me hard in the arm.

He grinned and nodded. "Yep," he said simply.

"Oh, for Christ sake," Jordan grumbled before heading off to where Hannah was now trying to climb a tree after Jackson and Rosemary.

"Jordan Marie!" Alice hissed after her, no doubt 'cause of her language.

I just laughed and put my arm around Alice as I watched the fury of Momma Bear Jordan lash out. "That's my girl."