His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 23

Hope slowly climbed out of her bed and descended the stairs, strolling to the kitchen. Of course he's awake. "Morning dad." Hope chirped while opening the fridge to grab a lemonade carton.

"Hope, we need to discuss what happened a few days ago." Niklaus stated, glancing at the window where he was seated.

Here we go again. And I'm the child? He never makes up his mind which sucks because it confuses me. He's never pleased with any decision he makes. I need to get him checked...maybe slip some bipolar meds into a blood bag or something. Yeah right, Hope. Like meds are going to work on him? Who are you fooling? She remarked. I just wish there was a way I could guide him to the path he wants to take...without using magic. She sighed. "Look dad. I know what you're going to say so let's skip the lecture. You're going to say what happened was wrong, we shouldn't do it, I'm young, I'm immature, your my dad, yada yada...all that good stuff. Which we both know is a bunch of bullshit anyway. You're just using excuses to avoid the reality." She continued, silencing whatever he was about to say. "And because you don't want to deal with it, you're probably going to leave me again, go to that place, get some steam off your back, come back, and repeat this whole thing over and over again because you can't make up your mind even though you know what you want. You just don't want to deal with the reality of it." Hope shrugged, walking in front of him with her lemonade glass in hand and kissing his cheek dangerously close to the corner of his lips. "Anyways, have fun. Good morning dad." She stated as she chanted the relocation spell so he wouldn't be tempted to manhandle her and give a half-assed apology or some lecture.

He knew she was right. He knew what he wanted. He wanted her. Hope. His own daughter. But he couldn't bare to take the next steps. To deal with the reality of their transgressions. To deal with the reality of their rapidly intimate relationship and call it what it is. He knew he was being cruel and selfish, pulling her in, pushing her out; confusing her and making her fed up to point where she didn't even let him talk anymore because she knew she was right. "She might be right, but I'm her father. No matter what, I should be the one getting the last say. She needs to listen to me whether she likes it or not." Niklaus vocalized, vamping into Hope's room. He directed his attention to Hope, who was lying down on her bed, stomach facing the mattress, typing away at her laptop.

"Oh, and he returns. Best dad of the year." Hope mumbled, stealing a glance at her father before quickly turning her head back to her laptop.

"I've entertained this defiant behavior of yours far enough, Hope. As your father, you should be listening to me whether you like it or not." Niklaus vocalized.

"Okay dad. Whatever you say." Hope sighed, annoyed.

"Ah, you are the one annoyed? I see. Then let's fix that shall we?" Niklaus hummed, snatching her laptop and crumbling it in his fists. "One thing I learned from my mother, sometimes you have to cross some lines for the rest to be fixed." He spoke nonchalantly as if they were talking about the weather. "Get up, Hope." Niklaus sternly asserted.

Instead of being angry Hope was....aroused. This confused her greatly. She didn't seem to care that he broke her laptop. She was aroused by his sudden and forceful behavior. Maybe he'll finally spank me. She anticipated as she got up carefully.

Why is she aroused by this? By my cruelty? Was she thinking I'd whip her or spank her? Niklaus questioned once again bewildered by his daughter's behavior. Yet again I've underestimated her. He noted. "What is going on with you, Hope?" Niklaus asked, genuinely confused.

"What do you mean what's going on with me, dad? You told me to get up right?" Hope scoffed.

"No, that isn't what I meant, love." Niklaus shook his head and sat on Hope's bed, unconsciously profiling his daughter's figure as she stood there. "Your behavior. It isn't normal, Hope. You shouldn't be aroused by this situation whether I'm your father or not." He verbalized.