Between Worlds (Owen Grady x Daughter Reader)

Merry Christmas!

She jumped back onto the floor and waited impatiently for him to get up.
“You know, we could wait just a little. . .”
“NO!” (Y/N) shouted over excitedly making him jump ever so slightly.
“Come on! Hurry up!” (Y/N) said, finally losing her patience.
    “It’s not even 7 in the morning, give me a break,” Owen joked as he finally got out of his bed.
    “I know,” (Y/N) said simply.
    He barely even took a step and she was already out of the room. He just shook his head and followed her with a slight chuckle.
    “Come on!” (Y/N) shouted from the living room.
    “I’m coming,” Owen called back.
    He walked out of the small hallway and found her sitting on the carpet by the tree, ready to open presents.
    “I really don’t see why I have to be up, you always open Santa’s first,” Owen said as he sat down on the couch.
    “Because you gotta open them all at once, I can’t just leave to go wake you up,” (Y/N) replied in all seriousness.
“Well, what are you waiting for now then?” Owen asked.
She didn’t say anything for a moment as if she was thinking about it deeply, then shrugged her shoulders and started opening her presents from Santa. She got a coloring book, a dot to dot book, a few toys, and a few stuffed animals from Santa.
“Can I open yours now?” (Y/N) asked excitedly.
“Go ahead,” Owen replied simply.
(Y/N) had always been a smart kid and was always curious to learn more and liked to figure things out and Owen always tried to nurture that part of her so he always split her presents into two kinds, those that nurtured the smart, curious part of her, and those that let her feel like the little kid that she was. She got a few books and a few puzzles for the first part. Honestly, it wasn’t his best year for presents since there really hadn’t been much time with everything that happened on the island and the after-effects of that. The next things she opened consisted of toys of all sorts.
“Not my best job but I worked with what little time I had,” Owen said casually.
“That’s okay, I still love it,” (Y/N) replied, still happy but now that her favorite part had ended she was slightly less excited.
“So what are we going to do now?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down on the couch next to him.
“I may have an idea,” Owen said suspiciously.
(Y/N) eyed him with curiosity, but he said nothing more except that he told her to get her jacket, boots, and other stuff on.
“What are we doing?” (Y/N) asked.
“We’re going sledding,” Owen replied with a hint of mysteriousness in his voice.
“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked.
“You seriously don’t know what sledding is?” Owen asked, she shook her head and he continued, “I have officially failed as a father.”
He did have to give her credit for the fact that she had grown up on a blistering hot island but it had been one of his favorite things to do as a kid with his friends and couldn’t believe he had never mentioned it.
“Come on,” Owen said before leading her to the hill behind the house.
The first time she was terrified but after that, he realized this might have been a bad idea. She did not want to stop, ever.
“You sure you don’t wanna take a break?” Owen asked after walking up the hill for about the 50th time.
“This was your idea you know,” (Y/N) replied, meaning, no, she didn’t wanna take a break.
“Yeah, I know,” Owen replied.
A few minutes later a strong wind began to blow, Owen quickly checked his phone and there was another storm coming.
“Yes!” Owen thought, finally an excuse to be done.
    “Hey kiddo, let’s go in, there another storm on the way,” Owen called out.
    “Oh come on, just a little longer,” (Y/N) begged.
    "No, sorry, we gotta get back in before it gets too cold and we still gotta walk up the hill. . . Again," Owen replied.
    "Aww," (Y/N) said sadly.
    "Hey, it's not like we can't do this again soon, the snow isn't going anywhere, there's gonna be plenty more of it," Owen said trying to cheer her up.
     It really didn't seem to make a difference with her.
     "I'll make you hot chocolate," Owen added.
      This seemed to perk her up and she followed him slowly up the hill. She got hot chocolate as promise and the rest of the day seemed to fly by, she put together some of her puzzles, played with her toys, played with her Dad and soon it was time for bed. She ran into her room ahead of him and was digging in her drawer when he walked in.
      "Uh, what are you doing?" Owen asked utterly confused.
      "I got something for you," (Y/N) replied nonchalantly.
      "When?"
      "Well, Barry was helping me with it when we lived on the island and he finished it and gave it to me yesterday when we went to his house," (Y/N) replied.
      Then she found what she was looking for, a medium sized square wrapped thing. It was obvious that she hadn't been the one to wrap it. She stood up and handed it him and watched carefully as he opened it. It was a white binder, on the front was a picture of Owen and (Y/N) with their names on it. He flipped though it quickly finding pictures he was sure were long gone, and in the back, behind all the pictures, was the stuff from her baby book. Again he couldn't help but wonder how Barry got his hands of that, but he guessed if he went back to get the games that's when he got these.
      "Daddy?"
      He looked back down at her, and realized the tears in his eyes. He gently set the binder down on top of her dresser, wiped the tears if of his eyes, and picked her up.
      "You did that?" Owen asked as he walked over to her bed.
       "Most of it, Barry added the baby book part," (Y/N) replied, "Do you like it?"
       "I love it," Owen replied as he laid her down in her bed.
       "Merry Christmas Daddy," (Y/N) said happily as he tucked her in.
       "Merry Christmas baby girl," Owen replied.
       He kissed her forehead, turned off her lamp and stood up.
       "I love you," Owen said.
       "I love you too," (Y/N) replied.
       He grabbed the binder and then shut the door, but not all the way, just as she liked it. After he got ready for bed he looked through the binder more closely and the snow and wind beat against the window. He was crying by the time he got through it and put it safely away before drifting off to sleep.