Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

"Dad."

Y/N Age: 16

Y/N Parents: Ariana and Mac

Y/N Stepdad: Dalton 

Y/N POV:

I laughed as Dalton spilled water on his shirt again.

"No need to laugh at me kiddo." He said, brushing himself off.

He leaned over and grabbed a plate to place a piece of steak on it for me. He handed me the food and got a glass.

"Water or Juice?" He asked, looking up at me since I was sitting on the counter.

I pondered for a second before responding.

"Milk please." 

Dalton chuckled and went to the fridge to grab the milk. He started filling up my glass when I noticed he was putting to much.

"Woah! That's to much for me to drink Dad." I said, then throwing my hand to my mouth.

He turned around slowly and met my gaze. It felt like the world had stopped, and that I had just died. He smiled and patted my knee.

"Dad, huh? I never thought you wo-." "STOP!" I shouted, interrupting him.

He looked taken aback and set his food down.

"Kiddo what's wrong?" 

I shook my head and slid off the counter, walking away into the living room. Dalton followed suit and tried to pull me to look at him.

"Y/N..."

"Please stop. I-it was and accident, I didn't mean to c-call you that. Just drop it, p-please." I stuttered out, holding back tears. 

"But it's ok-" He again tried to speak but I snapped.

"No it's not! I can't call you that! The last time I called someone Dad he ran off and accidentally committed suicide!"

Dalton was quiet, staring at me with concern as tears started to flow.

"Oh Y/N." He said, pulling me into a hug. 

I sobbed into his shirt and clung onto him. My anger and sadness that had built up over the past 4 years finally came crashing down. He walked backwards and sat down on the couch, pulling me into his side. I curled up into his warmth and drifted off to sleep.

Time Skip and POV Change

Ariana POV:

I sighed as I stepped into the house, throwing my bag down. 

"Babe?" I called out, slipping my shoes off.

"Couch." He called back.

I walked to the living room and awwed at the sight. My daughter was cuddled up to Daltons side and seemed to be in a deep slumber. I made my way over to them and plopped down beside Y/N. I stoked her hair and smiled at my husband, then frowning when he was watching her with worry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking his hand.

He sighed and gestured down to Y/N. 

"We were cooking together, and she accidentally called me Dad." 

My eyes widened and I smiled, squeezing his knuckles.

"That's good! Right?" 

Dalton shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"I thought it was, until she freaked out and yelled." 

I raised and eyebrow, feeling confused. Y/N never yells at us, ever. And if she does something is seriously wrong.

"She said that it's not ok. Something about the fact that she called some guy Dad and he ran off and committed." He said calmly, fiddling with a strand of my daughters hair.

I suddenly realized what he meant. Y/Ns biological father, Malcom, died from an accidental overdose when she was 11. When she found out, she was broken. She wouldn't speak to me, or anyone of that matter, and shut herself away. She loved him so much.

"Oh honey, she was referring to Mac." I said softly, kissing his cheek.

He gave a silent 'Ohh' and pouted at her sleeping form. I walked over and pulled Y/N into my lap, giggling when she immediately latched onto me. I cuddled her lovingly and kissed her nose. 

"Don't worry Dal, she will warm up to you soon." 

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