Hello Beautiful people! Here is the first chapter of the story. I was kind of bummed that I got so little reviews but I'm gonna post this one and see the response I get in order to decide if I'll keep going or stop it. Again short chapters is my style and that is the reason why I will try to post as frequently as I can. All my love, OA.

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Chapter 1: Meeting the second man in my life.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. There owned by The CW and the companies that work with the network. Any dialogue and or story likeness is coincidental and not intended to offend anyone.

"This cannot be?" Grayson Gilbert said as he ran his hands through his hair and re read the letter like a hundred times. I was sitting by the fireplace, a fire roaring in its heart, towels covering my body and a mug of hot cocoa in my hands. I sipped the hot liquid and felt it go to my stomach but it didn't warm me. I was shaking but it wasn't because of the cold, I was just afraid of what would happen and what would Grayson Gilbert do.

After that all I remember is that he came to me, hugged me and told me that everything would be all right. Bad part is I remember I flinched and got out of his arms as soon as I could. Turns out that my mother had traumatized me for life. I couldn't be touched by anyone, I couldn't stand it, even though I knew they wouldn't hurt me.

My life changed again that day. He gave me a room and helped me decorate it with anything I wanted. I opted for a very simple room, much to his disbelief. I was enrolled in a new school and I had no friends. I think that the part that scarred my father the most was that I really enjoyed being alone. I just ate and slept, studied and read, watched TV and listened to music. He literally had to pry words out of my mouth just to know how was I feeling or how my day had been. I remember that once he asked me if I wanted to go and talk with a psychologist but I had refused. What I liked about my dad was that he always did what was best for me and he understood that a shrink wouldn't work for me, so he never mentioned the subject again. (Plus he later learned from my teachers that I did talk at school with students when we were working together and I did talk with my teachers, so I wasn't completely antisocial, I just liked to be alone a lot, made me feel safer).

I came to love my father very quickly. I loved to hear his voice telling me stories about his childhood or about what fun things he had seen that day. It became a custom for him to come tuck me in at night, careful not to touch me, sit on the edge of my bed and tell me a fairytale where everything was good and perfect.

With time I did let my father touch me. I remember that day so vividly. It was his birthday, about a year after I came to live with him, and I had spent many hours trying to find the perfect present to show him how grateful I was for everything he had done for me and how much I loved him. Well I was 11 so there wasn't much I could buy. I ended up giving him a birdhouse that we had made for my art class. It was baby blue with green vines drawn on it. I was so proud and excited to give it to him! It was the first thing that I had ever made completely with my own two hands and it was the first present that I was going to give to my dad! I went home with it, wrapped it in newspaper that I found in the recycling bin, and hid it in the back of my closet.

That Sunday, his birthday, he asked me if I wanted to spend the day with him and I of course said yes. That day is still one of the best days of my life! We went to a baseball game and ate hot dogs. When we were strolling around we came across a carnival and rode all the machines that we could find. He even won me a stuffed bear, my first one. After a walk through a park, we ate ice cream while sitting in front of an ice rink, watching the people skate and the children fall in their butts. Then we went to a nice Italian restaurant to get dinner. It had turned out we both loved Italian food! The day came to an end when we went home and he tucked me in.

"Wait!" I told him and grinned as he looked at me in surprise.

"What is it angel?" I jumped out of bed, grabbed his arm and sat him in my bed. I can assure you he was completely stunned. I ran to my closet to dig out the present.

He looked more composed when I came back and handed it to him. "What is this angel?" He always called me angel when I was young.

"You won't know until you open it!" I was so excited and at the same time so nervous about what he would think of it. He carefully started to take the newspaper wrapping away but I told him to rip it open. He laughed but complied and I was looking at his face while he looked at his present. I held my breath and then relaxed when I saw a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. He looked at the bird house and then took a long look at me.

"Well, what do you think? Do you like it?" I asked a little shy even though I could tell by his expression that he was touched.

"Like it, I love it! Did you do this yourself angel?" He asked as he held the birdhouse up, moving it this way and that to inspected it.

"Yes I did and I painted myself in art class. Miss Sheila said that it was very lovely and gave me an A+ for it." I said proudly as I saw him grin at me.

"Thank you so much angel! This is the best birthday present anyone has ever given me. And this has been the best birthday I have ever had, thank you for sharing it with me angel." He told me and I could see in his eyes that I had completely captured his heart.

I smiled and jumped up throwing my arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug. "I love you daddy." I told him as I hugged him tighter.

I had never called him dad and I had wanted to do it for about a month but decided to surprise him on his birthday. I had never actually touched him either and I thought that this was a good way to show him that I did love him.

He was momentarily stunned by both my actions and my words but then he gently hugged me back. I think that he was afraid of me jerking back or screaming and who could blame him. "I love you too angel, so much. You are my life now and I love you with all my heart." He whispered in my ear.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, happy in the embrace. I felt so loved and safe at that moment. He then tucked me in and went to his room.

After some months of me reassuring him that it was fine, although still a little weary of touching me, dad started to give me the mandatory morning and goodnight kiss on the head and a hug, plus the random comforting squeeze of the hand and other forms of affection that fathers and daughters share.

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