Daddy's Little Princess
Luke walked in, looking tired and a little wasted.
With him only sending a nod over my direction before coming up the stairs, only to be inturrepted by our daughter.
“Daddy! Princess Belle time?” She flashed a grin with her dimples poking out, a feauture along with ger eyes that she inherited from Luke.
“Now is not a good time, baby.”
“But, daddy! You promised me we’re going to have a movie marathon about Princess Belle!”
Luke just sighed frustratedly before looking on to me, expecting me to take his side.
“Just for atleast five minutes Luke. You did promise. She made me record your whole deal. You’re going on tour soon, you know that.” I said softly.
Luke just groaned before our daughter talked again.
“Mommy’s right, Daddy! Princess Belle time! Princess Belle time! Prin-…”
“Goddamn it! Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but Princess Belle doesn’t exist and so do the other Disney characters. It’s all fiction, and none is real. Now, go and annoy your Uncle Calum or something.” He yelled bitterly.
Her eyes started to water with her bottom lip trembling, hitting Luke with a pang of hard realization that he just made her princess cry.
She immediately ran into me and began sobbing on my shoulded, with me comforting her in the best way possible.
Luke swallowed the lump on his throat, facing me with the look ‘I really fucked up and I don’t know what to do.’
“C-can I go and call U-uncle Calum on the landline? You wrote his n-number on the paper, right Mommy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Don’t trip on the way up.” I said softly as soon as she ran up the stairs, eagerly nodding.
Luke just stared at me in a regretful expression and said, “I’m a horrible father.”
I ran up the stairs quickly, following our daughter to the living room in where our landline was placed.
Calum’s not even a father but I could be damn sure that he was better than me.
I heard little sniffles and sobs from the chair that our daughter was sitting on, her back facing me.
“A-are they really not real Uncle Cal?”
“Of course they’re real princess. You’re dad was just being a big meanie.” I could already imagine Calum shaking his head in disappointment since his best friend’s daughter called him to tell what happened.
“But he won’t play with me anymore! Am I n-not important?”
“Oh come on bub! You are important. Now what do you say, want to go to Disneyland with Uncle Calum tomorrow?”
“Really?” She excitedly asked.
“Anything for my little princess. Plus, I heard Princess Belle is giving away special roses to special girls!” He cooed.
“Thank you Uncle Callieeee! You’re the best!”
Asshole Dad of the year goes to me.
They both talked for a little time until Calum said bye for now since he was going to arrange the tickets for tomorrow.
It was my turn.
“Hey, princess.” I lightly said with my voice straining a bit since I was tearing up for a few minutes.
Her head turned towards my direction and said, “Hey Dad.”
She only calls me dad when she’s either mad or disappointed at me.
“Daddy is really really sorry baby.”
She then giggled before saying, “You already said that before!”
She’s right, I did.
“I know, princess. But daddy is just really a big meanie sometimes. I was just so tired.”
“No you didn’t! You went to a bat or something!”
“You’re right princess. I’m just really really sorry. I was talking and not thinking about it. It’s a stupid thing to do. Princesses do exist, love.” I smiled, despite the tears.
“But you told me they didn’t.” She pouted.
“They do, and I’m looking at one right now.”
She looked around confused before pointing to herself.
I eagerly nodded which made her squeal in excitement.
“But then, which royal family do I belong to?”
“Our family of course, love. And in here, you’re Daddy’s princess.”
“Daddy’s princess?” She asked before grinning.
“Yes, baby. Daddy’s little princess.”