FLO: I Am Not My Father's Son [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

4

Poppy ran down the stairs, already full of energy to start a new day with the best attitude. She was a bright girl, with big dreams, the agility and fluidity of a natural dancer and the sweetness of a Disney Princess.

Stopping on the last step, the girl dropped her bag and practised the steps she learned last night at the ballet.

A skip hire.

Another there.

The young ballerina prepared the pose: stretched arms that came down at her sides with hands below her waist, standing on her toes with a straightened back. Poppy lifted her right leg, touching the tip of her foot on the inside of her left leg: making the most amazing retiré.

Without ever touching the floor, the young girl moved her right leg back and lifted her arms creating the beautiful arabesque in a demonstration of poise and elegance.

Finishing on, and this was the new trick she had learned yesterday, keeping the same poise and balance, the ballerina managed to slowly make a penché right there in the hallway.

Once she was done, Poppy returned to the first position and showed a smile to herself. She loved ballet. It was everything she wanted and more. Not that she dreamed of being the first ballerina or anything, she just loved the emotion of dancing.

Humming a soft tune, the girl danced in the hallway towards the kitchen. Entering the space where her two parents had breakfast.

"Good morning!" Poppy let out.

"Hi, Princess," Tom responded.

Poppy came to her dad, latching on to him and kissing him loudly. The two were inseparable. Twins and kindred spirits who were equally kind and loving. Poppy then marched towards Liam, who had his head buried in the newspaper and was unmoved by her presence.

"Are you going to ignore me?"

Liam looked up from the newspaper with a smile.

"Never you, darling."

Poppy smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the temple. The relationship with Liam took its time. Liam didn't know what it was like to raise a girl or what to expect from a girl, but now they were fine together. Poppy respected and loved Liam and the businessman saw in the young girl the potential to be someone great. She was a good girl.

Of course, he expected her to have a little more strength in her - sometimes he thought she was too soft and too kind - but he'd protect her at any cost. As would Jaimie.

"How was your flight?" Poppy asked, sitting between the two to have some breakfast.

"Horrible," Liam responded, flipping the newspaper to another page. "People can be so impatient."

"Does that include yourself?" Tom commented, before drinking his coffee.

Liam looked up at him, while Poppy smirked. "When am I impatient, love?"

"I don't know...Poppy, when was the last time Papa was impatient?"

"Do you want it alphabetically or chronologically?"

"Oh..." Liam commented. "So, we start the morning ganging up on me, then? Great."

"I mean, that last time at the movies..." Tom continued. "You were pretty upset."

Liam rolled his eyes, "How long does it take to ask for popcorn and sodas? The menu is right there. There's nothing to think about."

"You barked at them," Tom underlined. "They had an old lady."