A Family Affair by mt44

“Can you keep a secret?”

She desired nothing more than to be trustworthy enough in Dad’s eyes to hear his most confidential confessions. “I can totally keep a secret.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” she guaranteed.

He reached his pinky out, still dressed in his black suit from work. His suit jacket had been unbuttoned to show his white dress shirt and black tie.

She tangled pinkies with him to solidify her promise. “My lips are sealed.”

He took a quick peek at her before turning back to the road. “I’d much rather take you out than your mother.”

She continued to tell herself that she wanted a guy like Dad. She’d admitted to Mom that she longed for a man who possessed Dad’s personality and mentality, after all. Everywhere she looked, she saw guys that she wished resembled even half the man her father was, but tonight proved that she would never find such a guy. They simply didn’t exist. Only one person could ever win her heart, and that hunk sat next to her on this Wednesday night.

And more than anything, she adored listening to him rave about how much he loved her.

“We wouldn’t want to make Mom jealous,” she said with a wicked smirk.

“Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I already do that,” Peter laughed, turning onto the highway entrance. “I’ve apparently driven her nuts over the last two years.”

“Driven her nuts? How?”

“I guess that I constantly talked about how much I missed you when you were off at college,” he said. “What was I supposed to do, though? Pretend that I didn’t hate you being gone? It sucked.”

She gazed lovingly at her father while he stared straight-ahead at the road.

“I returned home to your smiling face for eighteen years, and then one day, you weren’t there,” he went on, reflecting on his life after Stacy graduated high school. “Listen, I know that things can’t stay the same way forever, but part of me really wishes they could.”

She couldn’t believe how similar she felt. Yes, college was fun and unique, but nothing beats living at home. Her house remained the one place where she had no worries, minimal responsibilities, and a guy who she actually loved. College parties and hanging out with her friends was awesome, but it couldn’t compare to watching Dad smile every time he saw her over the course of summer vacation.

“Oh my God, Dad, you need to pull over.”

His attention immediately turned to her troubled voice, where he found her rubbing her left eye with her hand. “What’s wrong, pumpkin?”

“Something got under my contact lens,” she told him, her voice noticeably distraught. “It’s driving me so crazy.”

“Do you have solution in your purse?”

“Yeah, but I need to take it out first,” she said as she continued to rub her closed left eye. “Can you please pull over?”

He exited at the first off-ramp and pulled into a mostly empty fast-food parking lot. His troubles remained after he parked under one of the lights in the back of the lot, however. Even a slight hint of irritation from Stacy’s soft voice concerned him, so he especially didn’t enjoy listening to her sound legitimately uncomfortable.

He reached into the back seat and retrieved her purse. “Do you want me to look for it?”

She nodded, keeping her hand pressed against her shut eye.

He dug through her purse in a hurry. His perfect girl didn’t have too many faults, but her inability to ever stay organized may have been one of them. She’d absolutely inherited her untidiness from her messy mother too. In fact, both of his kids could blame Kim for their sloppy ways.

How could she fit so much into a little purse? He encountered a smartphone, ChapStick, makeup bag, hair ties, multiple pens, tissues, chewing gum, a wallet, and even a tampon on his search for a little container of contact solution. Where could it possibly be hidden? It had to be right here.

“Dad.”

“I’m looking, pumpkin,” he said, continuing to search through her purse.

“Dad.”

“I said that I’m looking,” he repeated without much luck.

“Dad!”

With Stacy’s purse resting on the center console, he looked up at the sound of her strong tone. A million different possibilities consumed his mind–with her rubbing her eye as the most likely–but he never would’ve guessed what awaited him. It was something he’d never even dream of. It was the absolute least likely outcome after a night at a great steakhouse with his beautiful daughter.

She kissed him.

He instantly pulled back, stunned and at a complete loss for words. His world turned haywire. Nothing about the past two seconds of his life made sense, and Stacy’s look of confidence didn’t reflect his chaotic mind in the least.

He rushed to pull back once more after she leaned in for another kiss.

“Dad,” she said softly, gazing into his panicked eyes.

“What the hell was that!?” he asked, flabbergasted.

“It was something that I should’ve done years ago,” she said before attempting to kiss him again.

His back pressed against his driver side window as he attempted to somehow distance himself even further from his suddenly crazed daughter. She tossed her purse into the back seat and tried to crawl over the console to join him, but his firm tone caused her to stop before she could accomplish her desired task.

“Stacy!”

“Dad, just listen to–”

“Get back in your seat!” he demanded.

“Dad, let me explain why–”

“Get back in your seat!!!” he shouted, no longer messing around. “Now!!!”

She sat back in the passenger seat and stared at him.

“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”

“Mom wouldn’t be happy to hear you talk like that,” she said with a smirk.

“I don’t think we should be worried about my language,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “What in the world would you mother think if she just saw what you did?”

She was ready to have a serious talk with her father. “I don’t care what Mom thinks.”

“Well, you need to change your way of thinking then. She’s your mother.”

“I still don’t care,” she admitted honestly. “Remember what you said to me earlier? About how you prefer to spend time with me instead of Mom?”

“Stacy–”

“Stop pretending like what I did was wrong,” she cut him off, rolling her eyes at his reaction. She knew that he felt the same way as she did. “Dad, Mom doesn’t love you like I do.”

“Pumpkin–”

“No one does!” she interrupted him again, her voice dripping with passion. “Do you want to know what was hands down the worst part about being at college?”

He knew the answer to her question. She’d informed him of her feelings at the kitchen table earlier when he first saw her. It didn’t mean that he wanted her to admit it, though. This was wrong! So wrong!

“Being away from you,” she confessed to no one’s surprise. “It was terrible. I missed you so much.”

“You can’t kiss me.”

She didn’t agree with him at all. “Why not?”

“Because I’m your father.”

“So?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders. “I honestly don’t see the problem.”

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. She didn’t see the problem? Really? Gorgeous or not, it was strictly forbidden to view his daughter in a sexual manner, but she didn’t appear to share his morals. Her devilish grin reinforced how much trouble he was in at the moment.

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