This was heavily inspired by a story a friend told me of an incident that happened when she was 7-8. Also, I misread the prompt at first, but liked what I had written so I just went with it! :)
Prompt: somebody spiteful suggests to Henry that he isn't Stevie's father because nobody can see any of his features in her.
Stephanie was upset. Mainly because her teacher refused to call her Stevie. Mrs. Norris was mean, Stevie'd decided, and that was just the end of it. She'd ended up in tears when Mrs. Norris gave her a 0 on an assignment because Stevie had written Stevie on her paper instead of Stephanie. It had been a terrible day.
She stood outside waiting for her super dad to pick her up when she felt someone tap her gently on the shoulder. She turned expecting to see her father's kind eyes and the special smile he saved only for her, but she was met by a stranger.
"Well, now, pretty girl. You could be my daughter." And then he was gone, tapping every blonde girl in the school on the shoulder.
Before she could understand what had happened, her father was jogging up to her.
"Hey Stevie. What's the matter baby?"
"That man scared me."
Henry picked his girl up, and slowly walked over to the man.
"Excuse me, sir."
The man turned. "Yeah... not mine." He laughed.
"No sir. This is my daughter. And you scared her."
"Yours? Doesn't look a thing like you. Should be my daughter with that blonde hair and blue eyes. Honestly... what kind of man are you anyway?"
With that the man was gone, Henry was absolutely seething, and Stevie looked like she was about to cry. She really was having a bad day.
"Come on, Stevie. Let's go home."
In the car, Stevie was unusually quiet. Instead she waited until they were standing in her driveway.
"Daddy?"
"What baby?"
"Are you mad at me?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Because I don't look like you."
Looking into his daughter's blue eyes, so much like his wife's and seeing hurt there, made his blood boil. But he kept his tone calm for her sake.
"Baby, you look like one of the bravest, smartest, kindest, best women on the planet. Your mother. And I adore you and how much you look like her. Never think that I'm mad about that okay?"
He wrapped his little girl in a hug and searched for his wife's figure near the garage. Sure enough, there she was, leaning on the corner, her blue eyes glistening.