Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Murray (Request)

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Third Person POV

Closing the front door behind him after a long day of filming on set, Murray could see the shoes of his teenage daughter's kicked to one side by the front door and her schoolbag thrown down at the bottom of the staircase. This was new to him, as he furrowed his brows and headed for the stairs, climbing them two at a time.

He approached her bedroom door, raising his hand to knock against the surface, when he froze in his place. From the other side, Murray could hear the light sniffles; the sound being like a dagger through his heart, as his brows softened and he took a step back.

Unsure of what to do, Murray sighed heavily, contemplating the idea that he should disturb his daughter, but something stopped him. As he struggled to come to any sort of conclusion, he felt the arms of his wife envelope around his waist from behind.

"I think she needs her dad, James." She acknowledged, as Murray turned around in her embrace and pressed a kiss atop of her head.

"I'm not good at this," He fretted. "What's even happened?"

"Some boy at school I guess..." His wife explained quickly.

"Ughhh," Murray groaned. "I knew this day would come."

"You'll be fine." The woman chuckled, leaving him to it.

Rapping his hand against the bedroom door, Murray's eyes soon fell onto his daughters; who held the identical hazel colouring in her orbs, as she pulled open the door. Her eyes were heavy with tears, devil red blood shot through the white; her hair was a mess and tissues scattered along her bed sheets.

"Hi, Sweetie," Murr greeted softly, stepping into the room and pushing the door to. "Do you want to talk?"

Sniffling hard, the girl nodded her head, as she moved back to her bed, with Murr following after her. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, immediately feeling his daughter crawl her way under his arm and cuddling into his chest. "I love you, Sweetie. What's wrong?"

"Jake." She answered tearfully, wiping at her eyes. "He broke up with me."

"Oh," Murr frowned, pulling her tighter into his arms. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you're not, Dad." His daughter laughed through her pain. "You didn't like him."

"You're right, I didn't." Murr acknowledged. "But I knew how happy he made you...and as long as you are happy, so am I."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss atop of her head, brushing a hand through the hair that she had claimed from her mother. "What can I do to see you smile?"

"I don't know," She shrugged, turning to look up to her dad; she could see the sincerity held in his eyes.

"You know," He smiled gently. "When you were a little girl, I used to sing to you to get you to stop crying."

"Please don't do that now." The girl chuckled tearfully. "It will only make me cry more."

"Oh wow, thanks for the love, Sweetheart." Murray expressed sorrowfully.

"Can we watch Grease together?" His daughter asked after some time of silence. Murray peered down to meet with her gaze once more and nodded his head.

"Like we used to?" He questioned back, as she agreed.

After collecting a number of blankets and candy, setting up their movie session in the girl's bedroom, Murray felt his daughter cuddle up into his side; the gesture warming his heart and bringing a sincere smile to play on his lips.

"No matter what you say, Sweetie." He chuckled while the opening credits played. "You will always be my little girl."

"Oh, Dad..." She groaned.

"What?" He grinned. "It's true!"

Murray pressed a kiss atop of her head, pulling the girl tighter into his fatherly embrace. "I remember the day's when you were a real daddy's girl; then you found out about shopping with your mother and I lost my little shadow."

"I'm sorry," His daughter apologised.

"Don't be," Murray insisted. "I was glad to see your mother just as happy as you were."

He sighed contently. "You were our little miracle, Sweetheart. I'll always say that. We had been struggling to have a baby for years and then you came along and changed our lives."

"Don't make me cry even more," She sniffled.

"Sorry...but if you had told me fourteen years ago that I would have a beautiful daughter with the woman that I love, I would have never have believed it." Murray expressed sincerely. "You made me a father, you made me keep on working and dreaming. I did it all to give you the best that I could."

He began to get a little choked up. "No matter how terrible a boy makes you feel, Sweetheart, you know that your mother and I are here to make it all better...now, what's his address?"

"Dad..." His daughter warned. "No, you're not going over there."

"I just want to talk." Murray shrugged his shoulders.

"Dad..."

"Okay, fine..." He caved. "But if he says anything to you at school, you tell me."

"I will." She answered. "Can we just watch the movie now?"

Murray rolled his eyes at his daughter, as the pair of them sat and spent time together just like they used to do; watching their favourite movie, Grease, with Murray proving his skills at being an embarrassing father by singing along to every song.