Dan The Dad (Phan)

5

Ayeee! Just wanted to remind you to like the chapters of you enjoy reading and to comment, it gets lonely writing these books. Also I may be updating this every other day soon because I'm going to write for my dumbass, lazy, best friend Lillian ( judoballoon ) for a bit. She writes FOB fics, I'll understand if you don't check her out.

"Okay, uhhh... Come to the kitchen with me and we can find you some breakfast." I said hurriedly running through my mind what we had in there.

"Do you like eggs?" I asked her as I stood in front of the fridge looking in.

"No." She said.

"Do you like pancakes?" I asked.

"No." She said.

"You don't like pancakes?!" I said.

"No." She repeated.

"Okay fruit, I have blueberries, do you like blueberries?" I asked her.

"No." She said again crossing her arms.

"Do you ever remember having blueberries?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Then you can try them." I said and I got them out and got out a bowl and gave her a few handfuls.

I made a mistake with the blueberries, I now admit that. Within minutes she had brought them into the living room and they were somehow scattered wildly on the floor and mixed in with the blocks. Although she loved them, they were a bad idea, and it was an even worse idea to ever let her start playing with them.

"I have to pee again." She stated.

"You go ahead and I'll pick up the blueberries." I said already starting my task.

"But I need help." She said not letting me forget. I walked with her to the bathroom and helped her with her pants and put her on the toilet.

"Come straight back down to the lounge and I'll redo your pants." I told her and she nodded.

I went back to the lounge to pick up some of the mess, already panting from being out of breath from being so unfit and chasing a four year old. I heard the toilet once again flush and the sound of little feet coming down the hall before hearing a thud then crying. I began to panic once again and drop my handful of floor fruit back down before taking off after her.

She was on the hall floor crying when I got to her.

"What happened?!" I asked as she reached out for me to pick her up, which I promptly did so.

"I fell." She said with tears streaming down her cheeks and her long hair sticking to it.

"Megan, you can't run in the house." I told her as I carried her back to the lounge and put her on the couch.

"These could also be the problem." I said and knelt in front of her to take off her boots.

"No! I want to keep them on!" She screamed.

"Okay." I said and backed off. I felt like I was doing a horrible job, she had already gotten blueberries on the floor, thrown some fits, disappeared, and gotten hurt.

"Let's just sit and watch some cartoons together." I suggested.

"No! I don't want to!" She said still clearly still upset from falling. She didn't seem to be actually physically injured because of it, just upset about it. She began to scream like a banshee and I wondered how this little girl could be my best friend one moment and hate me the next.