Bruno's POV:
Today was a little overwhelming, but, it was happy. I was glad I didn't get any big pains while I was out with mi familia. It was now nighttime. My family was all heading to bed. I had already said goodnight to my daughter and was now in my room. I was sitting on my bed, just thinking. I had yet to get dressed. I finally stood up and looked up at my vision cave. I had a strange feeling....Like....I needed to have a vision. I frowned before shrugging it off. I went to my wardrobe and began dressing.
When I had finished, I sat down on my bed. I still had that strange feeling. I didn't understand it. Never in my life have I ever felt like this before. I shook my head, confused.
At that moment, a pain shot through my head. "Ah!" I held my head, wincing. Why....?
"Tio Bruno? Are you alright?" a voice spoke. I jumped, not expecting it. I looked up to see Delores. She walked over to me slowly. "Does it hurt again?" I nodded slowly, looking down. She sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You haven't told Kristi...Why?"
I sighed, shaking my head. I looked up at her. "I just...I never wanted to worry her...I don't know how to tell her....And...I guess I'm scared she'll be mad and hate me."
"I don't think she'll hate you, tio...She might be a little disappointed you never said anything, but I think she might understand. You just need to get her alone and tell her...It's important and she deserves and needs to know."
"You're right...You're right...I'll tell her...." I said before mumbling under my breath. "Eventually."
Delores rolled her eyes. "Soon, tio." she told me in her quiet voice. "Maybe you should rest now. Perhaps it will help." She gave me a small smile. "Goodnight, Tio Bruno. I hope you feel better tomorrow."
"Gracias, Delores. Goodnight." I watched with a small smile as my niece walked out of my room. I gave a sigh as I lay down. What is wrong with me...?
*The Next Day*
Kristi and I were doing the breakfast dishes, giving Julietta a break. She and Augustine were going to go on a date later.
Kristi laughed as she splashed me with water. I laughed. "Kristi!" She continued to splash me.
"Come on, papa!" she squealed.
"Are you two making a mess in there?!" we suddenly heard Pepa call out.
"Um...No, Pepa!" I called to her before looking at Kristi. We burst into laughter.
"That was fun, papa." Kristi smiled, handing me a bowl.
"It was, wasn't it?" I smiled back, drying the bowl. I frowned a little, a thought crossing my mind as I put it away. I took one of the plates she handed me, lost in thought. I dried it slowly, just thinking.
Would we still have these special moments after she's married? Will she have time for me? Will she...need me?
"Papa!" I jumped suddenly, being brought out of my thoughts. I looked at my girl, my eyes wide.
"Huh? What?"
"I was asking if you were alright, papa." Kristi stated. She shook her head, putting the tray she was washing down. She turned off the water and walked over to me. She took the plate out of my hand, putting it down before taking my hand. "What's bothering you, papa? I'm not taking 'Nothing, I'm alright' for an answer."
I gave a small smile before sighing and looking away. "I guess I was just thinking.."
"About what, papa?"
"I just...I don't want all this to end..."
"What?" Kristi frowned.
"I don't want to lose you..."
"Papa, you aren't going to lose me...Not ever...Why would you think that?" I shrugged, looking away from her. I hate being so...me...Most fathers are strong. Me? My daughter is stronger than I am! "Papa, are you afraid I won't have time for you..? Or need you...?" I nodded slowly, not looking up at her. "Oh, papa..." she brought my face to look at her. "You mean the world to me....I'm always going to have time for you...I'll always need you...Nothing will ever change that...Even if Andres and I are blessed with children! Besides, I want my baby to have the chance to get to know their abuelo."
We chuckled a little. I gave her a small smile. "Thank you, Kristi..."
"Of course...Now what else is on your mind?"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You know me too well, honey.."
"Well, you are my papa. I grew up with you. So....What's up..?"
I sighed. "Well....I just can't help but feel....weak...Other fathers are strong and tough. They tell their children it's ok...They reassure them...But then there's me...My daughter has to reassure me! I'm not strong....Just sometimes...I feel like I'm not good enough..."
"Papa! Don't ever say that! You are more than enough for me....I love you, papa...You aren't like other fathers and I'm glad you aren't! You aren't weak, papa...You are strong in your own way. And you've reassured me before! Many times! I'll always need you, papa...And I will always have time for you. Believe me when I say, you are a very important part of my life...Because of you, I'm who I am today....Who would I be without you? Where would I be? Without you, I would've missed out on a pretty fantastic daddy! My parents would've missed out on a pretty fantastic friend.."
"I suppose..." I said quietly.
Kristi just smiled before giving me a hug. "I love you, papa....You can always make me feel better."
"I guess we're even then, Kristi...You always can make me feel better.."
"Does that mean you believe me, papa?" I smiled and nodded slowly. "I love you, papa.."
"I love you too, angel.."
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Bruno's Daughter
Fanfiction"Papa, where are you...? Why did you leave me? Papa, I love you!" the little girl cried into her father's ruana bitterly. When Kristi was just a year old, her parents were in a tragic accident. Kristi was an orphan. She was sent to the orphanage in...
