So I have this headcanon wherein Rhage and Mary end up adopting a human baby girl. Fast forward to when his daughter and Nalla are teenagers and Zsadist is talking about his fears for Nalla’s transition, and Rhage goes: “Transition? Our daughter goes through a tiny mini-needing every month and all we can do is throw chocolate and ice cream at her! Last month, Aghony asked her why she was in a bad mood and she cried into the ice cream and then tried to kill him with the scoop!” Ah, human puberty.

Butch and Vishous’s Little Mascot

Phury smiled as he held Nalla in his heavily muscled arms. The little girl who looked like a replica of him and his twin brother would always hold a special place in his heart.

Long fingers threaded through her blonde, red and brown curls, so very much like his own, only his hair was wavy rather than curly.

Nalla cooed at her uncle, enjoying his ministrations. Her bright yellow eyes looking up at him with such pure happiness. She was dressed in a little Red Soxs jersey and matching shorts along with socks and running shoes. Phury was sure Vishous and/or Butch had gotten a hold of her before first meal this evening and dressed her. Not surprising considering there was a game on this evening and the guys always made sure Nalla watched it with them, cheering for the ‘home’ team.

Phury sat down at the table with Nalla in his lap, moving the silverware out of the young’s reach before she could even think to reach for it.

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I absolutely agree. Especially as she IDOLIZES her father. Totally and completely. She is such his little girl and will ALWAYS be like that. And I have to say that the thing that breaks my heart into little pieces is that…
well, sh** I didn’t plan on getting into this this morning but whatever…
Nalla finds out eventually that he had been held as a blood slave. And what had been done to him. I think I know how it happens but I’m not completely sure. Anyway… she never tells him she knows. Ever. He goes to his grave thinking that she wasn’t aware of the shameful things that were done to him (HIS perspective here, NOT hers- she thinks what happened was horrorific and criminal).
After she finds out (she’s about thirty when it happens,) she disappears for a whole weekend to that house Bella ended up at right after Rehv’s mansion was broken into. Her parents are frantic because she doesn’t tell them where she is- but the thing is, she can’t be around Z or see him because she’s afraid she’ll break down. After a day, she calls her mom and Bella comes alone at her request and Nalla just cries and cries and cries. See, she’d always known something was up with her father, she just didn’t know what it was and the truth was so much worse than she imagined. I can’t even BEGIN to know how she handled the news. I mean… check it… here’s this male who she loves more than anyone (yeah, probably even more than Bella although it’s a matter of degree,) who’s protected her and her mother, and served the race with honor and distinction, who’s laughed with her and held her when she was scared of thunderstorms and fed her when she was sick and glowered at her boyfriends and brought her spring violets for no reason and bought her her first car and sung to her when she woke up from nightmares… to find out this wonderful special incredible soul who is her father had been used for blood and violated for a century?
Yeah, just about killed her.
Anyway, Bella called Z and reassured him that Nalla was fine but that the two of them were going to have a girl’s weekend kind of thing. When the two got back tot he mansion, Nalla went to find Z- turned out he was reading in the library. Naturally, his face totally lit up the second he saw her. But here’s the thing. As Z held his arms wide, Nalla had a sudden and irrevokable conviction strike her heart: she vowed he would never know she knew. EVER. She’s well aquainted with his pride, but more than that it would crush him because he’d be sure to guess how upset she was.
When she hesitated in the doorway, Z asked her what was wrong.
Nalla just shook her head and flew across the library. As she landed in his arms, she held onto him so tightly he could barely breathe. And when he asked her what was wrong?
She just shook her head against that big chest of his and said:
“Nothing, Daddy. I just missed you.”
—  J.R. Ward
A Night At The Pool

Bella smiled at her daughter as she shifted her from arm to arm and picked up the bag that was on the floor and put it over her shoulder. Just as she she was about to walk out of the bedroom Zsadist came through the door to the hallway and stopped dead in his tracks.

“What are you wearing?” Z asked with a deep frown and his brows dropping real low as he looked at his mate. It looked like she was wearing a bra and panties but they were of a different material and looked different from the lace she usually preferred to wear.

Bella arched a brow and looked down at herself before looking back at him. “A bikini.” Bella said simply as she gestured at the navy blue bikini top and bottom that she was wearing.

“What is a bikini?” Zsadist asked as he stared very hard at his mate, not liking that she looked to be leaving the room in such a state of undress.

“It is a swim suit.”

“Swim suit?”

“You know, to go swimming in? Swimming. At the pool.”

“The pool?”

“The pool in the back yard.”

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