Waiting in the Wings
Anon request: Fanfic about Barba and his daughter (His daughter is in her school’s musical and is starring, and she told him about it and is worried he won’t be there to see her) please?
Lina took a deep breath and knocked on the door of her father’s study.
“Come in,” Rafael’s voice sounded weary on the other side.
Lina crept into the study, feeling a little apprehensive about the state of mind her father would be in that evening. It wasn’t always easy to be the daughter of an assistant district attorney of the city of New York. Today was one of those days.
Rafael looked up at his youngest daughter and gave her a tired smile and closed the file he had in front of him. She shouldn’t be looking at photographs like those, not at the tender age of ten. “Mija,” he beckoned her over. “Everything alright?”
“Yes, Papi. Are you okay? You looked tired.”
Lina had always been a little wise for her years. She had started out life as a tiny infant, but this hadn’t stopped her trying to emulate and keep stride with her older sisters. In Rafael’s opinion, she was growing up faster than he cared to think about.