Scarletfox777 OC Stories

Don't Worry

Father and I were sitting on the couch. I leaned against his side, he had one of his lower arms wrapped tightly around me, but I didn't mind, I knew he was just always protective. He read a book, one with words that were too complicated for me to understand yet, but he seemed to be interested in it. Suddenly, covering my mouth, I coughed a couple times. I think I had caught something at school, but I was well enough that it didn't really bother me.

Though, when I coughed, father flinched a bit. Looking down at me he asked if I'm alright. I nodded sliently and sniffed a bit, I believed I was coming down with a cold. He nodded and felt my forehead and cheeks, making sure my temperature wasn't abnormal.

"Well," he said, "you feel pretty normal, maybe a little warm, are you sure you'll be ok?" I stretched and leaned against him, I was very tired.

"I think I'll be alright to go to school tomorrow, daddy, really," I assured him, wrapping my arms around him. He chuckled, almost nervously, and lifted me onto his lap, hugging me. He put his chin on my head while he held me close, like a small child.

"You really enjoy school, don't you?" He said, admiringly, "you're so smart, just like your dad, heck, you'll probably be smarter than me one day." He brushed my hair out of my face and hummed softly. I closed my eyes and started to drift to sleep. After a while, he noticed this. He held onto me as he sat up and carried me to my room. He tucked me in and kissed my forehead.

"I love you," he whispered as he turned off the light and shut the door, heading off to probably work on something or clean. I drifted to sleep. When I woke up, I halfway opened his eyes, looking at the window. A dark orange light filled the translucent, lavender curtains. It was already the evening, I had taken a very long nap. I pushed the blankets off of me and hopped of the bed. I slowly tiptoed over to the door and quietly opened it.  As I creeped out the door, I heard two voices coming from the livingroom, they seemed very serious.

As I got closer I could recognise them. First of all, I knew one of them was my father, he was the only one there. His voice was soft, gentle, and pleasing to hear. The second voice, however, was deeper and obvious with age. It held a bit of an old accent that had been watered down as times changed. My father's voice was quick,  almost audibly anxious. However, the second voice, my great grandfather Devon, spoke very calmly and reassuringly.

As I crept closer I could make out Grandfather say, "It is not always something to fear, with eleven children in my house, sickness was common," he sighed, "what happened with Aleidia... your grandmother... was a much more... severe case." I scooted up close to the wall that was near the livingroom, listening closely.

"What do I do then?" My father softly demanded, "What if it is severe? What if I can't help her, I'm her father, I would do anything for her." His voice cracked and it sounded sad enough to make you feel guilty. "If I can't do anything, then I failed, then what will I do with myself? She's everything to me, I can't lose her like I've lost everyone else." I could've sworn I heard a soft sob before Grandfather spoke up.

"Beans Francis Hawthorne," Grandfather spoke firmly, "First of all, you have not lost everything. You have a family that loves you here. Two parents, a sister, whatever Tussie is, a beautiful daughter, and who probably loves you most of all?" he chuckled, "me." Francis stuttered, attempting to say something before Grandad interupted, "Secondly, you must never blame yourself for the things you cannot control. You must step up and spend every moment with your daughter, so that if she dies an old woman or in two days, she'll know how much you love her, and I think she already knows that."

That hurt my heart, did daddy know how much I loved him, how much I felt loved? Did he even know I loved him? I turned the corner and walked into the room. Both of their eyes shot over at me and the tension seemed to leave.  They both smiled at me, father pushed his glasses up his nose.

"My sweet little Leo has awoken!" My great grandfather exclaimed cheerily, "Come here, how have you been?" I scampered over to him and carefully hugged him, avoiding his swirling horns. He chuckled at my quickness. "I hear you have been a little under the weather, how are you feeling?" I steppes back, putting my arms behind my back in a very proper stance, like usual.

"I feel better after my rest," I quietly spoke, looking at my father.  He smiled and patted the couch cushion between them, summoning me to come over. I hopped up, which required a small amount of climbing, due to my short height. I leaned into my father, burying my face into his warm, burgundy sweater as I hugged him tightly. He chuckled and put his hand on my back, with another hand, he brushed through my long, black hair, which had fallen out of its pigtails while I slept.

"I love you, very much," I mumbled, he laughed softly , obviously overwhelmed with the cuteness of the situation, and 'aww'ed. Grandfather let out a quiet chuckle and father kissed me on the top of my head. "You know that, right?" I asked, looking up at my dad. His eyes widened and he smiled reassuringly.

"Do I know that you love me?" He nodded his head, "yes, of course! You're so sweet, Peaches, I never doubted it." My face showed worry as I looked up at him.

"Then why were you scared? You're doing fine, daddy, you take good care of me, you're the best dad ever." I grabbed onto his arm. He looked over at Great Grandad worriedly, then back at me.

"Im sorry," he began, "I didn't realise you could hear us. It's not your fault,  Sweetheart, sometimes my brain makes me worry about things I shouldn't- tells me things that aren't true. It does that because... I've had very bad things happen to me, and I don't want to also be bad, do you understand?" I jumped up a bit.

"But daddy," I cried, "You're the nicest man ever, you could never do bad things to anyone, not unless you needed to." Grandfather's eyes went down, looking ashamed at the ground. Father put a hand on my face and smiled.

"You are the smartest little girl ever, Peaches," he said, "hearing that from you makes me feel all better, really."