After School
(Isabella P.O.V)
My daddy and I were at McDonald's eating our usuals, as we do every Monday after school. I got a chicken McNugget Happy Meal with fruit punch, while my daddy got a double Big Mac with large fries and extra sweet tea.
"How was school today, Isa"?
"It was great. We learned a new song to help us memorize the time on the clock in math and different musicians and songs by them in music class, but then it got scary because Ms.Lopez got hurt."
"What do you mean, what happened?"
After I explained to him what happened, he looked at me with a scared expression.
"Daddy, are you o-"
"Is she ok? Was the cut bad? How did she get bruises on her arm?"
"Wait, wait, slow down. I can't understand. You're talking too fast," I say, waving my hands in his face.
"Sorry, but is she ok?'
"Yeah, she stopped the bleeding, and she said she got bruised from hurting herself before. She didn't tell us how, though," I answered while picking up my fries.
"Oh...ok, as long as she's alright, that's all that matters."
Some hours later
(David P.O.V)
"Alright, all you have to do is add four and three together, and then you'll have your answer," I explained while helping Isabella with her homework.
"Yay, I got it. Thanks, Daddy. I understand them all now."
Since she said she could handle the equations herself, I stood up and headed towards the living room to watch a movie or the soccer game that should be on any minute now.
Fortunately, though, the moment I sat down, my phone began to ring, so I checked the caller ID, knowing it would be nobody else than.
Caller ID Jackson
I figured it was him. He never watches the soccer game or any other sports game, for that matter, without me. He claims it's boring, but I make it fun since I get game rage when our team loses.
I then answered the phone, having our usual conversation. We bet if our team would win, if I would get game rage, work, his endless flirting with any woman he could get around, and him once again trying to persuade me into asking Isabella's teacher on a date.
David: There are many reasons why I won't and can't date Jennifer.
Jackson: Ok, name five
David: One, she's my daughter's teacher, two, she's way out of my league. Three, I don't know if she's seeing someone at the moment or if she is married, four umm....uhh
Jackson: You couldn't even give me a fourth reason, so I don't want to hear these reasons again. Still, for the millionth time, it is not weird to date your daughter's teacher. You'll be shocked to realize how much it happens. Two, yes, she is beautiful, as you've described. but, if you haven't noticed, a bunch of women practically eye fuck you whenever you go out. And I'm sure she does the same because one, you just have that effect on women, and two, you're not ugly, women don't even consider you to be average looking, and three, if you are so worried about her relationship status ask her if she is single or not and if not ask her on a damn date man, you've known her for like what three or four years it's about time you ask her out.
David: You love to throw how long I've known her in my face.
Jackson: Yes, because it never takes THIS long to ask one person out. Now stop being a pussy and ask her out soon.
David: I will. I will
Jackson: Good because remember what I told you before, dating her would be good for not only you but Isabella too
David: Yea....
After that, we started to actually watching the game together, but I was a bit distracted, having Jackson's words run through my mind on repeat: "Dating her would be good for not only you but Isabella too." This isn't the first time he's brought that to my attention.
He says that for me, it's because I haven't been with anybody since Isabella was born, but for Isabella, it was for a much deeper reason.
Not only does she need a mother's love, but she also needs a mother figure in her life. Don't get me wrong, I believe that I am doing a great job as a father, but there are a lot of things that I can't do or teach her.
A couple of hours passed, and our team happily won the game, which was good for me but bad for Jackson because he didn't hear my sports rage again.
We were still on the phone, so we continued to chat about random topics until Isabella approached me, practically shoveling her homework in my face.
"I finished my homework. Can we play restaurant now?" She asked, giving me those adorable puppy eyes that nobody could resist.
"Yes, we can play," I responded, telling Jackson I'd talk to him later while Isabella guided me to her bedroom.
When we entered her room, she quickly pointed towards her mini dining room set, ushering me to sit down so she could start preparing the exquisite meal I knew she was about to make
She swiftly approached the carnation pink kitchen set I had bought her for her sixth birthday two years ago.
Afterward, she put on her matching pink apron and chef's hat, I took a seat as she demanded.
She then handed me a menu and asked me what I wanted to order. I usually picked something practical like a burger, taco, or steak, but I noticed at the bottom of the page in sparkly gold letters *chef's special*.
"Hmmm, how about I have the brand new chef's special?" I responded, handing her back the menu. "With a large Coca-Cola, please."
The moment I said that, I could see the excitement in her eyes sparkle. This means she either found out about some new fancy food and is now trying to recreate it for me, or she is about to make up some weird food combination and expects me to know the name the moment I see it.
Five to ten minutes passed, and she was now done with my food, bringing it to the table and placing it down.
She then snatched the paper towel off the plate, revealing pork chops, fries, collard green, and macaroni and cheese with a giant Coca-Cola.
"Tada, this is my best-made plate and a five-star meal," she exclaimed with exhilaration.
A warm smile appeared on my face as I remembered that this was the same meal I cooked last Friday.
I see she liked it more than I expected.
I picked up one of the little plastic forks and began to "eat" my meal, making the noise people usually make when the food is that delectable.
"Mmmm, this is an excellent meal, princess. Have you ever thought of becoming a chef when you grew up?" I ask, continuing to eat my food.
"What's a chef?" she replied, giving me a confused look and tilting her head.
"Oh, a chef is a professional cook who works in fancy restaurants or hotels and makes tons of money," I said, placing my fork back on the table.
"Ohhh, are you a professional chef because you cook nice meals for me everyday?"
"No, no, I cook for us because you don't want that little tummy of yours grumbling now, do you?" I said, placing her on my lap and tickling her stomach.
She instantly burst out laughing, kicking her feet around, trying to get out of my hold. "S-stop, Daddy, that tickles," she squealed, laughing harder and harder until her face turned red. Nope, not until you answer Daddy's question."
"Yes, yes, I don't want my tummy to grumble," she shouted as I stopped my movements.
"I love you, Daddy," she announced out of nowhere, hugging me.
"I love you too, Isabella."
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