Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

Aaron Warner is a dentist but his daughter hides her toothache pain-Part 1

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Aaron Warner's POV
My daughter is named Leila Warner. She just recently turned thirteen and it was very obvious to me that she was terrified of dentist. And I happen to be one, while being her father as well. So the irony of the situation was..... something. It was hard to get her to trust me fully for a lot of things.. I know she loved me but it was hard with her sometimes.
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Leila's POV
My father was a dentist. My worst fear. I loved him as my father but as a dentist? Absolutely not. I was only just now thirteen but every checkup I've had with my father has never went well. I've always had hissy fits as a child. And now, I've gotten to the point where I can avoid less trips to his dentist if I hide stuff from him.  Right now, I was having a terrible toothache for a while now but I've been avoiding my dad and throwing back Tylenol for the pain. But I'm terrified that eventually he will find out.
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I made a toast for breakfast, not wanting to eat anything too hard because of the toothache pain. At the breakfast, I eat the toast and the pain flares up still. I wince and my father says," Leila? Are you okay?" I say quickly," I'm fine, daddy. The bread was just really crispy..." My father, Aaron, comes closer, standing from his seat," Leila, I don't believe you, love." I look at my mother, Juliette, for backup," Mom- tell him I'm fine-" Juliette says, looking at my father, her husband," Well, sweetheart, I believe your father-" I groan," Mom-" My father says," Leila- are you sure something isn't bothering you or something?" I say,"Dad, I'm okay- if y'all will excuse me I'm going to go get in the shower now-" My dad stops me on the way as I get up," No you don't sweetheart. We are still talking." I say," Mom- tell him I'm fine-" My mother didn't look convinced either. I say, going up to her, kissing her cheek affectionately," I'm fine, mom. Tell him not to worry..knock some sense into him..." Juliette, my mother, sighs," You'd tell us if something were wrong, sweetheart, correct?" I nod, lying," Of course, mom." She says, rubbing her thumb against my cheek lovingly," We are here for you, Leila..." I reply," I know, mom." After convincing my mother somewhat, I nervously approached my upset father. I went behind him and rubbed his tense shoulders," Daddy, I'm okay..."  He sighs and replies," Leila- are you positive you are okay- you can tell me, love." I say," I'm okay." Aaron tucks a strand of hair from the front of my face behind my ear," You'd tell me if something were wrong, hmm?" I nod, responding," Yes, dad. I'd tell you if something was wrong.." I kiss his cheek softly and go into the bathroom to shower. In the shower, twenty minutes later, I realize I made a big mistake. I left the Tylenol I'd been taking for my toothache pain in my room. I mutter a curse as I struggle to get out of the shower. I didn't grab clothes so I grab a towel and wrap it around my chest and body. I head to my room immediately. And my father was sitting on the edge of my bed, holding a bottle of Tylenol. I silently cursed myself for being foolish and leaving it out in the open in my room. I call out to make my presence known," Dad?" Aaron looks up at me, the expression on his face was serious. His jaw was set as well. He was probably very frustrated. My father asks, his tone stern," Leila... What is this doing inside your room?" I have to make up an excuse fast. I say, holding the towel around me," I-I've been taking it for headaches." He frowns, skeptical, "Why didn't you just take Ibuprofen then." I answer," It was the first thing I saw in the kitchen...." He clicks his tongue," I see.." My father tries a different approach," So when's the last time you've taken one of these, Leila?" I clutch the towel tighter around me," Um... today." My father, Aaron Warner, repeats what I said," Today?" His eyes narrow," And how many have you taken today, hm?" I say, answering," Only two.." My answer makes him more curious and skeptical and he opens the box, examining it," Why is it nearly empty then, Leila?" I gulp," It isn't every day... I take them almost every day... when I have headaches.." I lied. I've been taking it for my toothache that I refuse to tell my father about. Because he's a dentist and I sure wasn't about to tell him. My father scolds," Leila- everyday??" By his voice, you could tell he had absolutely no clue I'd been taking this. He interrogates me," How long?" I say," Well for about a month...." His gaze gardens, he scolds me," Leila Warner- you haven't told me this at all. For a MONTH?! And you didn't think for a second to tell me?" His voice gets quieter and a little less strict," Leila, sweetheart, that's dangerous. You could have overdosed or suffered some serious consequences.." I say," I wouldn't overdose daddy.. I only took them when I had a headache. I didn't take too many in a day. Calm down, daddy." Aaron warner responds, his voice firm again," That's not the point, Leila. You shouldn't be taking painkillers every day for a headache." I sigh, lying I hadn't taken Tylenol for headaches mainly. It was for my toothache. but I say," Fine. I'm sorry. I should have told you.." My father sighs and says back," Yeah. You should have." My father runs a hand through his hair and says," Love, I'm trying to look out for you. You know that, right?" I slowly nod. My father continues," No more hiding things.. alright?" I say, lying again," Okay, daddy. I won't." I smile sweetly," I will tell you next time okay? I promise.." My father draws out another sigh," I hope you are telling me the truth, sweetheart." He sighs, noticing the towel wrapped around me," Go ahead and go get dressed, love. It's getting late. He rises from the bed and places his hands on the sides of my head and plants a soft kiss on my forehead," I love you, Leila. Goodnight. We will talk more tomorrow..." I swallow, suddenly feeling bad for lying," I love you too, Dad." My father watches me for a moment longer, I knew him well enough that I knew a million thoughts were racing through his mind. He turns to go, finally, pausing hesitantly at the door to look back at her one last time before leaving her room and heading back downstairs. I smile and shut the door behind him when he leaves for me to get dressed.
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Aaron Warner's POV
I step downstairs and practically collapse on the couch beside my wife, Juliette. I rub my own forehead, my mind racing. My wife asks, leaning against me," What's wrong, Aaron? Did you talk to her?" I sigh, explaining to my wife," Yes.. I found something in her room and confronted her about it.. she's been taking Tylenol for headaches, she claims." Juliette gasps, shocked," Wow.. for headaches?" I nod, a somewhat troubled expression on my face. I run my hand across my face," That's what she says.." I say to my wife, quieter," But I get the feeling she's not telling me everything. I confronted her about it, and she tried to brush it off, saying she only took two pills at a time and only when she was having headaches. But I found this box in her room, and she's been taking them every day for a month." Juliette sighs," I wonder what she's keeping from us..." I bite my lip, looking away from my wife for a moment," I told her that she could tell me.... She promised she would... but I don't think she was honest with me." I continue to bite at my lip, hiding frustrated tears, my voice growing soft," Whatever it is... she could tell me, Juliette. But she chooses not to. She just brushes it off.. Why is that?" My wife comforts me," Shh, Aaron. I know she trusts you.. but sometimes children try to hide or conceal things from their parents..." I get choked up," Why can't she just tell me...." Juliette grabs on to me and soothingly touches my face," I know, baby. I know..." I bite my lip once again, trying to not cry in front of his wife. I say," I-am I failing as a father, Juliette?" My wife responds," No, Aaron, you aren't failing. You are an incredible father to Leila. You love her more than anything..." I swallow and say," Is that enough for her?" I struggle with my next words, getting emotional," Sometimes it's hard for me to see how much she cares for me, love. And I-it hurts..." Juliette tells me," I know it may not seem like it, Aaron. But she does. I know she does. Be patient with her, love.." I nod, trying to wipe my tears away. She hushes me and embraces me. Suddenly, I close my eyes and let the tears fall willingly. That night, I clung to my wife like I needed more oxygen. The pain in my heart threatened to break me. My overthinking was making me crazy. Later that night, I slipped into the bathroom.
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Leila's POV
The next morning, my toothache pain persists but I remember my fathers words last night about him saying we'd talk more today about what happened yesterday. It made me extremely nervous. Dad and mom were already at the breakfast table when I woke up. My father keeps glancing at me. I start the conversation," Good morning, mom and dad." They say good morning back. I quickly noticed my father had bandages on his wrists he had hidden underneath the table. I frowned," Dad? Why do you have bandages on your wrist?" He makes up an excuse," Well- erm- you know- equipment at work- I hurt them a little yesterday..." I raise a brow not believing my father. I see where I got my horrible lying skills from. My mom and my father shared a glance. I say," Dad... you work at a dentist. How the world would you injure your wrists at work-My father tried to convince me it's nothing big. I say I want to know. My father sighs. My mother says, her voice sad," Just tell her, Aaron.."
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Aaron's POV
I sighed at my daughter and silently cursed myself for what I did late last night when my overthinking was getting to be too much. I look at my daughter then my wife. I was pleading with my wife to not make me tell her. It would break her heart. I say," Leila, I love you a lot, sweetheart.... I've been very stressed lately. And...." I close my eyes momentarily and continue," Sometimes, when adults are stressed sometimes they do things that they shouldn't do ever—that might hurt themselves...." My daughter widens her eyes," Dad-?" Her expression on her face is full of conflicted emotions. She asks," Dad? Did- did you hurt yourself?" My heart broke at having to tell her the truth. I swallow before saying," Yes, baby. I hurt myself..." I blink back tears, looking away from my daughter, to my wife," And.. I'll never do it again..." I say," I was just trying to find a way to cope with my thoughts, sweetheart...." In my head, last night, I was thinking about my daughter. I was so worried about her I was lost in a sea of overthinking. Juliette and I both knew the truth behind what my thoughts consisted of last night. My daughter surprises me when she comes up to me and wraps her arms around my neck. My emotions practically explode when she does this. I melt into her touch immediately. My hand holds her hair," Oh, Leila...." My daughter says," It was me wasn't it?" I ask, acting confused," What was?" She asks," It was me you were thinking about last night.... before you did that..." I know she was thinking back to the Tylenol incident yesterday. I couldn't lie to her. She'd know. I swallow slowly," Yes, love.. I was thinking about you last night..." Her face was so heartbreaking to me...
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Leila's POV
I knew as soon as I looked at my father that his overthinking last night was centered around me. I was his daughter. And he had every right to be worrying about me. He had found Tylenol in my room and I lied to him about having headaches and taking it for a month. After seeing my father pour his heart out to me, I end the embrace and sit down in front of him, "Daddy..." He looks up at me," Yes, sweetheart?" I swallow, saying," I haven't been completely honest with you...." I knew he knew this was going to be about the incident yesterday. He presses, gently but firmly," Go on." I look at him," I- I haven't just had headaches.. those are some days but that's- that's not the main reason..." Aaron responds, asking," Well, if that isn't the main reason, sweetheart, then what is?" I say," You know how you are a dentist, right.." I was stalling. He nods," Yes... why do you ask, love?" I say," You know I'm afraid of dentist...." My father nods again. I say," Even though you are my father... you being a dentist still terrifies me.." My father sighs, saying, "I know... it breaks my heart but I understand your fears, darling.." I ask my father," Can we go to my room to talk?" Aaron answers me," Of course, sweetheart. Let's go to your room.." And we head up the stairs to my room.
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Part two will be here shortly 🫶