My Father Is Who?!: An E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter Twelve: The Lighthouse.

"Dahlia Marie, you better wake up if you know what's good for you." Momma took grip of my shoulders, shaking me violently.

"Five more minutes momma." I swatted her hands away.

"If you're not down in the lobby in ten minutes, their will be hell to pay." She said softly, heading out of the door. She paused and looked over her shoulder, "And be dressed for the concert."

"Yeah mom." I called over my shoulder, curling farther into Aaron. Like clock work, he pulled me into him. I snuggled there and closed my eyes. It must have been longer than ten minutes because the door opened.

"Dahlia Marie!" My father's voice filled the room. Startled, I sat bolt up right and stared at him. My first thought was am I dreaming?

"It's not what it looks like daddy!" I protested.

"It looks like you're in bed with just a night shirt on and Aaron only has pants on. What the hell is going on here?"

"Uhm.." I cleared my throat. Aaron had changed me again. God damn it, why did he keep doing that?

Aaron stretched his arms over his head and then raised himself from his spot next to me. He walked over to my father and stood in front of him, smiling, "Can I talk to you outside?" He asked politely.

This was a very daring move on his part but he handled the situation with such grace. It amazed me to see how easily he was able to take this on. He and my father disappeared into the hall, leaving me to listen to my heartbeat echo through the silence. I pushed myself from the bed and leaned against the door to eavesdrop.

"...About two months but believe me, I have nothing but good intentions. I love your little girl, sir." Aaron said. He sounded so confident.

"Why am I always the last one to know about these things?" My father asked jokingly, "As long as you're good to her, son I have no problem with it but don't be so blunt about it around me. She's my little girl, yunno."

The hall fell silent and I rushed away trying not to be caught eavesdropping. My mother had taught me better than that. I scurried into the back bedroom and began to change into my Sunday dress. The white dress fell to my ankles in a waterfall of silk, satin and white lace. When my dress was on, I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair, putting a blue bow in. Aaron joined me in the bathroom, "Don't you look cute." He said teasingly.

My eyes danced over his reflection, "Why did you do that?!"

"Do what?" He asked coyly.

"You told my dad that we're dating and now I bet you he's going to send you home. I don't want you to go home." I whimpered, adjusting my bow.

"You were eavesdropping, weren't you?" He smirked and moved into me, coiling his hands around my waist.

"I was not. I know what you did, just as I hoped you wouldn't." I muttered, dropping the strand of pearls around my neck. The finishing touch.

"He has a right to know, Dahlia. It's his house and we both live there. Don't you think sooner or later he would start to question these things?"

I shook my head, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. My eyes danced over his perfect upper half. He had a muscular body with tan skin. His broad shoulders folded around me, pulling me into him. His lips pressed a kiss on my ear. I shivered. He always knew how to get to me.

"Now, I have to change so you need to move along." He said, gently shoving me toward the door. I sighed loudly and moved out of the door frame, pulling the heavy wood door closed behind me. My mind rushed with questions, thoughts and concerns. Mainly, why was daddy here? Maybe that was him I saw that day at Graceland. No, no way. My father was at a farming convention, not Graceland.