𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 15

„Dad?”

Utterly bewildered upon sighting male figure primarily located far away from home, Y/n slightly separated her lips, letting out a breath of relief.

She subconsciously dropped the bag with her clothes onto the floor.

Before the man could utter a single word, his torso was embraced firmly in her arms.

Registering firm embrace around himself, he twisted his lips into a moderate smile, gently hugging the smaller figure back.

„I'm home.”

Feeling overwhelming pain in her throat, as if it was getting ripped from the inside, girl forced herself to speak as she held her tears back.

„Welcome back, dad.”

Sensating a gentle pat on top of her head, young girl lost the last bit of control she had in herself, as hot and salty liquid was now escaping her (e/c) eyes.

„Hey, are you crying sweetheart?”

„No...”

She lied, trying her best not to sound like a crying person, but her voice and sniffing gave her away, besides the intense trembling of her entire body.

„It's okay, I'm crying too.”

As honest as ever, the tall man spoke, as he embraced his daughter tighter than before.

The girl couldn't resist but giggle for a bit at her father's confession, as both of them somehow managed to forget about her aunt's presence in the room.

„Are you two done crying?”

Both Y/n and the man flinched upon hearing another voice so close by, as they both moved their heads in the direction that the voice was coming from.

„Since when are you here?”

The girl asked, looking at the woman with narrowed eyes, now reddish from crying.

„I was here before you even came back.”

„Oh...that makes sense.”

Now girl's attention was pointed at the taller male before her once again, as his gaze met with hers promptly. Man delicately smiled, and she smiled back.

„How come you're back at this time of the year?”

„I got some news from a secret source, about your attendance to the nationals. So I couldn't just stay where I was at the time knowing that my daughter is finally so close to achieving her dream.”

Y/n finally entirely let go off her father, stepping away for a bit, to get a better look at her aunt who was now standing beside the fridge.

„U-uh, want some snacks Y/n?”

„No, thanks, secret source.”

Her aunt nervously opened the fridge to hide herself from young girl's death stare.

„Weren't I supposed to know about that?”

Her father queried, genuinely confused by his daughter's reaction.

„Well, that was supposed to be news only after the nationals. Now if my team loses, I'm gonna be embarassed for the rest of my life.”

Man frowned at her words, expecting further explanation.

„Why's that?”

„Can't you see how embarrassing it would be to attend the nationals after all those years of training and talking about it, just to end up being a loser?”