Princesses

"Daddy!"

Puck looked up from his work to see his younger daughter glancing up at him, her eyes shining and her cheeks rosy.

"What's up, Emma?"

Emma held up her Barbie doll. "Can you play Princess Ariel with me, Daddy."

Puck made a face. Hey, he had a manly pride to think about. Not to mention his dignity and reputation. "Um…why can't mommy play with you?"

"Because you're better at playing things than Mommy is. Plus, she's busy with Aunt Daphne."

Puck puffed out his chest, a habit he still had. "Well I am better than her at a lot of things."

"So will you play?"

Puck glanced at the redheaded mermaid doll and sighed. This was a new experience for him. At Emma's age, Allison had been completely different. She rejected all the dolls that Sabrina had bought her, instead choosing to watch football with her father, not that she understood any of it, or playing with boys in the neighborhood. The all of a sudden, she changed. At eight years old, she gave up the footballs and the cars for clothes, makeup, and jewelry. What part of the family had she gotten this from? No one knew, but Puck guessed form his mother, who treasured her clothes more than her own children.

On the other hand, Emma was like a mini Daphne. She loved her dolls and her fairytales. Her favorite was the little mermaid and she would often sit on front of the TV, watching the Disney movie. Sabrina and Puck would just roll their eyes, since they of course knew the real one, and she was nothing like the lovely red headed cartoon.

Back in reality, Puck took a Barbie from Emma and followed her into the living room. He had only done this 'doll' thing once before. Sabrina hadn't been home and Emma had been crying. To calm her down, he had put on a show with all her dolls, using his best girl voice and imitations. He had never told his wife, and he was glad Emma hadn't either, since Sabrina would never let it go if she knew.

Sighing, he grabbed one of Emma's many tiaras and slapped it onto his head. Emma always wore a tiara when she played princess games, so Puck figured he should wear one too. You know, just to make Emma happy.

"Ok Emma, I'll play dolls with you but as soon as Mommy get home-"

"What'll happen when I get home?"

Puck looked up to see Sabrina standing by the garage door, an amused expression on her pretty face. "What's that you're holding Puck?"

"Daddy's gonna play Princess Ariel with me!" Emma cried as she held up a doll and giggled.

"Is he now?" Sabrina smirked at her husband. "Well we all know that Daddy's secretly a girl in a boy's body."

"I'm not a boy! I'm a man!"

"Keep telling yourself that and maybe one day it'll come true."

Emma squealed in delight and her cheerful expression grew when she saw her older sister coming down the stairs. "Allison! You wanna play dolls?"

Allison Goodfellow glanced at the sight before her, rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. "Mom, I'm starving-"

"Girls? Did I ever tell you about your father's stuffed unicorn?" Sabrina interrupted.

Allison raised an eyebrow. "You had a stuffed unicorn? Why not a dragon or something?"

Puck glared at his wife. "You're hurting my manly pride babe."

"Don't call me that." Sabrina muttered, out of habit. "Oh! And I also remember you had those pink striped boxers-"

"GRIMM!"

"That's Goodfellow to you."

"No one makes a fool of King Puck and gets away with it!" Puck cried. Puck still called himself the King on a daily basis, and though the kids didn't know that he really was one, they thought it was a joke between their parents.

"You mean Princess Puck." Sabrina smiled at him. "but thank you for keeping Emma company. I have a lot of work to do." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then Sabrina smirked again and followed her laughing eight year old into the kitchen, leaving behind a giggling four year old and a gaping fairy.

Emma stood up and patted her father's knee. "Don't worry Daddy, we can be princesses together."

Puck smiled at his daughter and secured the tiara on his head so it wouldn't fall off. "The things he did for his kids…

Before he picked up his doll, he touched his cheek, where Sabrina had kissed him. In the end, being a princess was definitely worth it.

Monster: Oooh! Puck's a princess. How manly of him.

Vamp: hey, you're one to talk. Just yesterday I found you in a bright pink tutu, practicing for your ballet recital.

Me: Ok…you guys just put a disturbing picture in my head…

Monster: Anyway, I just ate twenty eight people for lunch, so you better review.