My Little Violet

Dad and Daddy

"Daaaaaddddd!"

Scott woke up. It was nearly two in the morning, why would she be yelling for him? And of course it was him, she always called Vincent "Daddy" and him "Dad". He got up, giving his partner a quick peck on the forehead, and walked over to Violet's room.

"Yeah, Vi?"

"N-nightmares..."

"Aww..." He turned on the light and walked over, picking the little girl up and rubbing her back as she cried a little into his shoulder. "What about?"

"Monsters..."

"Oh... well you know what monsters hate?"

"W-what?"

"Ice cream." Scott smiled. "Don't tell daddy, alright?"

"Okay!" She jumped down from Scott's arms and started to run to the kitchen, and Scott followed, trying to shush her so Vincent wouldn't wake up. He opened the fridge. "Okay, what kind of ice cream do you want, hon?"

"Vanilla!"

"And sprinkles?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright." Scott handed her the bowl and a tiny jar of sprinkles, getting a bowl for himself as well and sitting down with her.

He loved being an adoptive father. He loved Vincent, and he loved Violet just as much. He loved all the little moments. These late night bowls of ice cream, Violet's first time riding a tricycle, play dates with friends she'd met at school... he just loved it all.

"Ice cream party? Without me?" It was Vincent's voice.

"Sorry, daddy..."

"Aww, Violet baby, it's not a problem. Just save some of those sprinkles for me."