here's the last addition to "Daddy." everything wraps up. Kenjo lovers... be happy. that's all i gotta say.

POV: Kendall Knight (35 yrs old)

I looked up at the lousy Christmas tree in my lousy apartment and lousy Nebraska. Jo and I couldn't afford to stay in LA and Minnesota was just too brutal for her. It had been years since I broke down because of my lack of a strong male influence in my life. But now I had to be one in someone else's.

Kennedy ran up to me and hugged me around my waist, the highest that she could reach. "Merry Christmas, Daddy."

I put my hand on my back of her head and stroked her think, wavy blonde hair. "Merry Christmas, sweetie."

Jo came up on my other side and hugged me from there around my shoulders. "Merry Christmas, Kendall."

"I love you." I leaned in a little closer to her and my lips brushed hers.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Kennedy yelled. "Stop kissin' and play with my new toys and me!"

I started laughing so hard that I nearly doubled over with the pain that flooded my abdomen from laughing too much. Kennedy was an angel. And she was my angel.

I sat on the floor and rested my elbows on my knees, watching my daughter scramble through the excess wrapping-paper and scattered presents on the living room floor. She was trying to find the new doll I had bought her, but I had hid it behind my back unbeknownst to her.

"Daddy, I can't find my new Barbie doll!"

I smiled and pulled the plastic monstrosity from behind my back. They nauseated me when Katie used to play with them, and now it was Kennedy's turn to make me sick. "Here it is, sweetheart."

She ran up to me, took the Barbie, and stuck a quick kiss on my cheek before running to Jo with it and back again.

Before Jo and I settled down for the night, we relaxed on the couch together by ourselves and watched the tree light blink on and off in front of us.

"Are you still thinking about your dad every year?" she asked abruptly.

"Yeah. A little." I sighed and let the blinking lights mesmerize me. "I can't remember anything about him anymore. His voice, his face, his love… it's all gone."

Jo snuggled up close to me and rested her head on my shoulder. "He's gone now, Kendall. And besides, you have bigger responsibilities." She flicked her gaze to Kennedy, who was passed out on the floor beside the tree.

"I know."

"You lost your daddy, but now you're Daddy to someone else, someone more important."

I smiled at my sleeping daughter. "I know. I'm her Daddy."

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