Teens Are Tough
Word Count: 1.5k+
Triggers: Arguments (?), Rude words (?)
Summary: Dan and his daughter get into an argument and she says some really mean things to him. As he cries in bed, Phil tries to figure out what happened. In the end, they make-up.
“Sammy, your father and I just bought you the iPhone 6. We are not getting you the iPhone 7,” Dan sternly told his and Phil’s fourteen year old daughter.
“But all my friends are getting it and I’ll be so embarrassed without it,” she groaned, throwing her hands up into the air angrily. “Please, Dad.”
“I said no, Samantha, and that’s final,” Dan snapped as he crossed his arms.
“It’s like you want be to be a loser in school like you were! You’re ruining my life! I’m going to be made fun of because I’ll have an outdated phone and it’ll be your fault!” Sammy stomped over to the stairs and made one last remark before going to her room. “I wish you weren’t my dad and that I had a better father that actually cares about me! I hate you! You suck!”
Dan let his arms drop to his side as he stared at the stairs, gaping. He felt his heart drop to his stomach while tears welled up in his eyes. As he started to cry, his face in his hands, the front door opened and his husband, Phil, walked in.
“Hey, baby, how are - what’s wrong?” Phil set his bags down on the couch before he engulfed Dan in a hug, letting him cry into his shoulder.
“She hates me, she hates me and I’m the worst dad in the world,” Dan let out a sob that echoed throughout the room.
“Dan, baby, what are you talking about?” Phil pulled away and cupped Dan’s face in his hands, looking into his swollen, red eyes. “Tell me, baby.”
“She hates me,” Dan choked out before he rushed to his and Phil’s bedroom, slamming the door.
Confused, Phil stood in the living room before putting it together.
“Samantha Jane Howell-Lester, what in God’s name did you do?” Phil asked as he entered Sammy’s room.
“What do you mean, Papa?” she asked, looking up from her laptop.
“You wanna tell me why your dad is crying his heart out in our room?” Phil stared at his daughter with a frown on his face, waiting for a response.
Realization struck Samantha, her eyes widening. “He’s crying?”
“Samantha Jane, don’t make me ask again,” Phil snapped.
“I didn’t expect him to cry, honestly, all I did was ask him if I could get a new phone snd he said no. That’s all that happened!” words flew out of Samantha’s mouth but Phil remained frowning.
“That’s not all that happened, Samantha,” he crossed his arms and started to tap his foot. “Tell me, what did you say to your dad?”
“I didn’t say anything, Papa! I swear!” Samantha continued but Phil knew she was lying.
“Goddammit, Samantha Jane! I know you’re lying! Your dad wouldn’t be sobbing if you just had some simple conversation about a phone!”
“He said you hated him,” Phil muttered, looking down then back at Samantha with anger in his eyes. “You told your dad you hated him? What the actual fuck Samantha! Why would you do such a thing? You are going to be in big trouble, missy.”
“Papa, I’m sorry,” Samantha started to cry, frightened by her father’s outburst.
“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to.” Phil snapped before heading off to his room to comfort Dan.
As he opened the door, Phil could see Dan’s form under the blankets shaking as tears racked his body.
“Oh, baby,” said Phil, walking to the bed and laying beside Dan. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“She wanted the i-iPhone 7 a-and I told her no. S-she called me a loser and she said t-that I was ruining her life,” Dan curled up to Phil, still crying. “S-she also said she wishes t-that I wasn’t her dad and she hates m-me.”
“It’s wrong of her to say that, Dan, but she doesn’t mean it. She was just angry, baby,” Phil tried to reassure Dan.
“I’m going to lay down for a bit. Do you think you can be in charge if dinner?” Dan asked, changing the topic.
Phil sat in silence for a moment, sympathetically. “Of course, baby. You get you rest.”
Phil placed a kiss on Dan’s forehead before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.
“Daddy?” Samantha whispered, slowly opening the bedroom door for Dan and Phil’s room.
She walked in, closing the door behind her, and strode over to Dan’s side where he lied, staring at the wall.
“Mm?” he mumbled, not paying attention.
“I’m sorry for what I said to you, Daddy, it was disrespectful of me.I honestly think you are one of the greatest dads ever, next to Papa of course, and I love you. I’m sorry,” Sammy spoke softly, watching Dan’s face for a reaction to her words.
He continued to stare at the wall, not making any sounds.
“Daddy?” Samantha asked again, shaking her father’s shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s nice sweetheart,” Dan mumbled, taking a quick glance as his daughter before staring out into space again.
“Daddy? I said I was sorry,” Sammy shook him again but he just lightly pushed her hand off.
“Go help you father, he’s in the kitchen making dinner,” Dan mumbled before turning away.
Sammy felt that something was wrong.
“Papa,” Sammy said hesitantly as she walked into the kitchen. “I went to apologize to Dad. All he said was ‘yeah, yeah that’s nice sweetheart.’ I think something is wrong.”
Phil turned to glance at Samantha who kept her gaze down on the floor. “What you said really hurt him, Samantha.”
“I’m sorry, Papa,” Sammy pleaded. “I really am. I love Daddy and you more than anything. I know it was wrong of me to say those things to Dad.”
“You know,” Phil turned back to the pan, stirring, “what you said really hurt me too.”
“How so?” asked Samantha as she took a seat on a bar stool.
“I’ve known your father for many years and we have been together for quite some time,” Phil turned the stove off and looked at Samantha. “I love him a lot. When he’s happy, I’m happy. When he’s sad, I’m sad. And when he’s hurt, I’m hurt.”
“I’m so sorry, Papa,” Samantha had a tremor in her voice and Phil noted this as he saw her lip start to tremble. “I just want Daddy to love me again.”
“Oh, Sammy,” Phil engulfed the girl as she started to cry. “He still loves you very, very much. He’s just hurt so give him some time, okay? You are the greatest gift to your father and I, never forget that.”
“There’s still something wrong with Daddy though, Papa. He just stares at the wall,” Samantha told Phil and he sighed.
“Why don’t you set the table and I’ll go talk to him, okay?” he said.
As he walked to his and Dan’s room, he heard the soft clinking of dishes and among that a small voice softly singing. Phil smiled to himself as he opened the bedroom door and walked to Dan’s side, crouching.
“Hey, baby,” Phil smiled, pushing Dan’s hair out of his eyes.
“Hi,” Dan mumbled in a small voice making Phil’s heart flutter.
“How are you feeling?” Phil asked as he sat down beside Dan who wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist.
“I’m feeling a bit better,” Dan’s voice was muffled by Phil’s shirt seeing that the man buried his face into his husband’s chest. “Still hurts though.”
“Samantha is really sorry, Dan,” Phil responded, combing his fingers through Dan’s hair. “She thought you no longer loved her.”
“I would never stop loving her, she my baby girl,” Dan peeked up and stared into Phil’s eyes. “It just really hurt, Phil. It really hurt.”
“I know, baby, but you have to get over it,” Phil felt Dan’s grip around him tighten.
“I know,” Dan murmured. “I just. I just don’t understand.”
“Understand what?” Phil asked, confused.
“Why would she say those things,” Dan said.
“Baby, she was just upset. She didn’t mean it,” Phil sighed. “You know how it is, we say things we don’t mean sometimes when we’re mad. Even you and I do it.”
“I know, Phil.” Dan frowned.
“Besides, in the end, we are still a family and that’s - ” Phil was cut off by a knock.
“Come in,” Dan feebly called.
The door opened slowly, Samantha peeking in, “I - I set the table. Everything should be done by now.”
“Okay, sweetie,” Phil smiled at her and unlatched himself from Dan. “I think you two need to talk so I’ll be serving.”
Giving Dan’s hand a squeeze of assurance, Phil left and Samantha made her way in.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I am so - oomph!” Dan pulled Samantha onto the bed and hugged her tight.
“I forgive you sweetheart,” Dan said, his breath tickling Samantha’s neck as he spoke. “But that doesn’t mean that you aren’t in trouble. What you said was really rude and hurt my feelings a lot.”
“I know and I’m sorry Dad,” Samantha cowered her head.
“I love you Sammy, don’t ever forget that okay?” Dan whispered as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too Dad,” she smiled in response and hugged him tighter.