Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

daddy all day

I smiled as I sat watching her, she was getting so big now so cute, her beautiful pale skin, her sweet little button nose, and her mess of curls on her head like pebbles flintstone playing with her little plushie giraffe. I heard the door so I braces myself as he came staggering in with a air of confidence and punk girls perfume. In his unflattering latex pants and old buckle shirt throwing his jacket on the dining room chair. He didn't even look to me his attention squarely on her.
"What is that doing here?" He grimaced
"She lives here malcolm" 
"I do not recall agreeing to that" 
"No well it's sort of common understanding, what did you want me to rent her a flat on oxford street" I asked ashing my ciggertte
"No." He rolled his eyes "but why here? I've got work to do"
"She's hardly much space"
"But why. Pray tell. Exactly do I have to deal with it."
"Because I have rats. Landlords getting it delt with so until then you Malcolm. Have a roomie" 
"Why? Why me?" He complained
"Simple. Let's go back" I smirked throwing him my pack so he too could have a ciggertte "gets go back real far back to basic science you know primary school shit malcolm." I smirked getting up making sure to be out of her general earshot and so he could use my lighter "when a mummy and a daddy. Love each other very much" I smiled leaning on the chair beside him "and they decide to play in the dark of the night"
"Or the mid-afternoon" he answered taking a drag of his cigarette
"Or the morning. Whenever the hell it was. And daddy forgets to do his special move. Little things... happen. Which means as a trade off sometimes daddy has to do his time looking after" I explain
"Sounds like utter shit." He answered "my complete contribution to the project was one damn ejaculation does not mean. Under any circumstances that I have to do...child duty" 
"One egg some sperm malcolm half me half you. So do your time. Or pay me child support" 
"Fine" he groaned sitting at the table with his cigarette "hello. Thing."
"Lizzy" I remind
"You had to name her that didn't you"
"I couldn't leave it up to you, Christ you'd name her... appleationia or something ridiculous" 
"I offered Meledona"
"Yes. And I said no Grandparent can right that onna birthday card"
"What the hell do you need them for anyways? Hey. Your perfect fine on your own" he says picking her up for once making her giggle will excitement "yes I know. I know no. No. Daddy is not for pokin'" 
"She has to get it all in. She rarely sees you"
"My son rarely sees me I have to spit it equally else I'm accused of favouritism"
"By?"
"Viv"
"Ummmm"
"If I'm there an hour and here three viv calls me a dickhole and says Im playing favourites, I stay there three hours and here one you will call me a dickhole and accuse me of favouritism. I cannot win"
"Maybe split your time better"
"And I still have to have a life outside of the two brats i fertilized"  
"To be fair. Lizzy loves her daddy"
"Why? I am a fully flaued individual." He asked her making her giggle more 
"Because she's a baby" I smiled bringing over some coffee and sitting at the table "and baby's are stupid. They don't see the cracks and horrible things you do. She doesn't see the bad things, your daddy. That's all she knows. And baby girls always love here daddies" 
"What do you want then? Lollipop? New... skirt I don't bloody know what do you want?"
"Daddy" she giggled hugging his shirt 
"I am not a present. What do you want? Next time I come?" He asks her "Humm what does my little girl want as a present?"
"Daddy" she smiles "daddy all day!"
"Seems she's chosen her present" I smiled
"Alright." He sighed "but this is your birthday and Christmas present" 
"I'm going to make any coffee" I laughed going to the kitchen again
"Love daddy" I heard her giggle
"Yeah, yeah you cute little brat" he answered back to her but I giggled a little as I heard a whisper "love you too lizzy"
"Ha! I heard that malcolm"
"I didn't say anything!"
"You love her!" I giggled returning to the table to find them snuggling
"No I don't"
"You love her"
"No."
"Yes you do you love her and think she's so cute"
"No I don't. Dirty. Smelly. Little idiot that I have no interest in" he says putting her on the table
"Daddy" she giggled crawling back to him and snuggling into his chest and I just smirked at him
"Fine I like her. Just... Shut up" he told me
"Malcolm" I laughed giving him a hug "she's your daughter. Your allowed to like her"
"I do. I love my sweet fluffy little girl."
"I'm sure she loves you too"
"Do you love me too?"
"Eh" I shrug "I tolerate you."
"Yeah I tolerate you too" he smiled giving me a kiss