Innocence 01.12.16
Disclaimer: MaryRose is an OC owned bởi GrandOldPenguin. She is featured in his story, Beyond DNA as well as its short sequel, Operation: Fluffy màu hồng, hồng Sugar. While credit for the idea and nghề viết văn of this installment is mine, MaryRose belongs exclusively to GrandOldPenguin. In addition, I highly recommend đọc both Beyond DNA and Operation: Fluffy màu hồng, hồng Sugar if bạn haven’t already.
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“Ugh! I can’t believe this!” MaryRose complained as she dropped into HQ, where Marlene was washing dishes.
Skipper dropped in behind her. “MaryRose, I told bạn not to go places without telling me first. What if something happened and I had no idea where to even begin looking for you?” he challenged, folding his flippers.
MaryRose rolled her eyes. “Dad, nothing’s gonna happen to me. I can take care of myself.”
“MaryRose, you’re fourteen years old. Even I could barely take care of myself at that age,” Skipper argued, shifting his flippers to his hips. “I don’t want to hear any thêm about it. Go to your bunk.”
“But, Dad—!”
“Don’t ‘But, Dad!’ me,” Skipper interrupted. “Go on.”
MaryRose sighed heavily and climbed into her bunk, turning over to face the wall. Skipper sighed and crossed the room to Marlene.
“Where was she?” Marlene whispered.
“In the park,” Skipper replied, “with Archie’s kids again. I wish I could get her to understand why I don’t trust them.”
“Well, that was a long time ago,” Marlene replied. “How do bạn know he’s still untrustworthy? Kids can change a person, y’know.”
Skipper started to dry the dishes Marlene washed. “I highly doubt that, Marlene. A leopard doesn’t change his spots.”
“Really?” Marlene said. “You did.”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “That’s different.”
“How?” Marlene challenged.
“It just is,” Skipper insisted. “Whose side are bạn on? Our daughter is out following a bunch of delinquents and you’re diễn xuất like I’m the bad guy.”
Marlene handed him another dish. “I’m not on anyone’s side. I just think bạn should talk to her. bạn tell her what not to do without telling her why. If I told bạn not to do something, wouldn’t bạn want a reason?”
“No,” Skipper argued. “I would trust your judgement because I tình yêu you.”
Marlene sighed. “Skipper, I’m sure MaryRose trusts your judgement just as much as I do, whether she admits it hoặc not. I just think there’s some miscommunication here.”
“What part of don’t hang out with them is hard to understand?” Skipper shot back.
Although she was finished with the dishes, Marlene kept the water running to drown out their voices. “Skipper, why is it so hard for bạn to go talk to her? She’s your daughter. It shouldn’t be like pulling teeth to get bạn to have a little one-on-one with her.”
“Because I’m her father and she should just listen to me,” Skipper persisted. “First it’s this, then she’s dying her feathers and piercing her beak. And then she’s addicted to herring!”
Marlene rolled her eyes. “Skipper, you’re addicted to herring.”
“That’s not the point,” Skipper argued.
“Skipper,” Marlene đã đưa ý kiến before he could continue, “you know what I think your problem is? You’re so used to having your team follow your every command without câu hỏi that bạn forget MaryRose isn’t some member of your unit. She’s your little girl. Exceptions need to be made.”
Skipper looked down to try to find a response, but couldn’t. He sighed and looked across the room at MaryRose.
“All right,” he said, giving in. “I’ll go talk to her.”
Marlene smiled. “Good. I’ll go topside and make sure the boys don’t interrupt. They’re out taking some security precautions, per Kowalski’s order.”
Skipper nodded. “Thanks,” he đã đưa ý kiến quietly.
Marlene turned off the faucet and stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp to Kiss Skipper on the cheek. “Good luck,” she whispered before heading to the hatch.
Skipper exhaled. Then he pushed a cinder block tiếp theo to MaryRose’s bunk and sat down. After a few moments of awkward silence, he started.
“Look . . . I know I’m not the best at communication,” he said, watching MaryRose. She didn’t move. “I’ve been running my unit for a couple decades now. When I give an order, I expect it to be followed without question. And, well, sometimes I forget to turn that side of me off with you,” he admitted. He waited a moment, but she remained silent. “When . . . bạn were just a chick, there was a time I thought I’d Mất tích bạn forever.” He felt his tim, trái tim wrench at the memory, but buried the feeling. “The thought of not having bạn in my life broke my heart. I couldn’t stand the thought. I couldn’t even begin to tell myself to let bạn go. Then, bởi the grace of God, I didn’t have to. I found bạn right where I’d left you.”
MaryRose didn’t turn over, but in a small voice, she asked, “Where was I?”
Skipper smiled. “In my heart.”
Slowly, MaryRose flipped onto her back and stared up. “Why are bạn telling me this?”
“Because,” Skipper replied, “I want bạn to know that when I tell bạn to do something, it isn’t me trying to control your life hoặc keep bạn from having fun hoặc whatever bạn think I’m doing. I do it because I tình yêu bạn and I want bạn to be safe. If I trusted those kids, I wouldn’t be quite as upset. Although I still need to know where bạn are.” He folded his flippers. “I know bạn won’t fully understand how I feel until bạn have your own children—way in the future,” he đã đưa ý kiến with a half-joking smile, “but bạn don’t know what goes through my mind when I think something’s happened to you. Just thinking what could happen drives me mad. I’m sorry if I get a little overprotective at times, but it’s just that I tình yêu bạn thêm than you’ll ever know. Do bạn understand?”
MaryRose was silent for a few moments before she sat up on the side of her bunk and nodded. “I think so,” she đã đưa ý kiến softly. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Skipper smiled and pushed off the cinder block, kneeling down in front of her. “You don’t need to apologize, sweetie. Just know that I tell bạn things for a reason. Okay?”
MaryRose nodded. “Okay,” she said. Then she wrapped her flippers around his neck. “I tình yêu you, Daddy.”
Skipper hugged her back. “I tình yêu bạn too, MaryRose.”
[Words: 998]
Disclaimer: MaryRose is an OC owned bởi GrandOldPenguin. She is featured in his story, Beyond DNA as well as its short sequel, Operation: Fluffy màu hồng, hồng Sugar. While credit for the idea and nghề viết văn of this installment is mine, MaryRose belongs exclusively to GrandOldPenguin. In addition, I highly recommend đọc both Beyond DNA and Operation: Fluffy màu hồng, hồng Sugar if bạn haven’t already.
— § —
“Ugh! I can’t believe this!” MaryRose complained as she dropped into HQ, where Marlene was washing dishes.
Skipper dropped in behind her. “MaryRose, I told bạn not to go places without telling me first. What if something happened and I had no idea where to even begin looking for you?” he challenged, folding his flippers.
MaryRose rolled her eyes. “Dad, nothing’s gonna happen to me. I can take care of myself.”
“MaryRose, you’re fourteen years old. Even I could barely take care of myself at that age,” Skipper argued, shifting his flippers to his hips. “I don’t want to hear any thêm about it. Go to your bunk.”
“But, Dad—!”
“Don’t ‘But, Dad!’ me,” Skipper interrupted. “Go on.”
MaryRose sighed heavily and climbed into her bunk, turning over to face the wall. Skipper sighed and crossed the room to Marlene.
“Where was she?” Marlene whispered.
“In the park,” Skipper replied, “with Archie’s kids again. I wish I could get her to understand why I don’t trust them.”
“Well, that was a long time ago,” Marlene replied. “How do bạn know he’s still untrustworthy? Kids can change a person, y’know.”
Skipper started to dry the dishes Marlene washed. “I highly doubt that, Marlene. A leopard doesn’t change his spots.”
“Really?” Marlene said. “You did.”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “That’s different.”
“How?” Marlene challenged.
“It just is,” Skipper insisted. “Whose side are bạn on? Our daughter is out following a bunch of delinquents and you’re diễn xuất like I’m the bad guy.”
Marlene handed him another dish. “I’m not on anyone’s side. I just think bạn should talk to her. bạn tell her what not to do without telling her why. If I told bạn not to do something, wouldn’t bạn want a reason?”
“No,” Skipper argued. “I would trust your judgement because I tình yêu you.”
Marlene sighed. “Skipper, I’m sure MaryRose trusts your judgement just as much as I do, whether she admits it hoặc not. I just think there’s some miscommunication here.”
“What part of don’t hang out with them is hard to understand?” Skipper shot back.
Although she was finished with the dishes, Marlene kept the water running to drown out their voices. “Skipper, why is it so hard for bạn to go talk to her? She’s your daughter. It shouldn’t be like pulling teeth to get bạn to have a little one-on-one with her.”
“Because I’m her father and she should just listen to me,” Skipper persisted. “First it’s this, then she’s dying her feathers and piercing her beak. And then she’s addicted to herring!”
Marlene rolled her eyes. “Skipper, you’re addicted to herring.”
“That’s not the point,” Skipper argued.
“Skipper,” Marlene đã đưa ý kiến before he could continue, “you know what I think your problem is? You’re so used to having your team follow your every command without câu hỏi that bạn forget MaryRose isn’t some member of your unit. She’s your little girl. Exceptions need to be made.”
Skipper looked down to try to find a response, but couldn’t. He sighed and looked across the room at MaryRose.
“All right,” he said, giving in. “I’ll go talk to her.”
Marlene smiled. “Good. I’ll go topside and make sure the boys don’t interrupt. They’re out taking some security precautions, per Kowalski’s order.”
Skipper nodded. “Thanks,” he đã đưa ý kiến quietly.
Marlene turned off the faucet and stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp to Kiss Skipper on the cheek. “Good luck,” she whispered before heading to the hatch.
Skipper exhaled. Then he pushed a cinder block tiếp theo to MaryRose’s bunk and sat down. After a few moments of awkward silence, he started.
“Look . . . I know I’m not the best at communication,” he said, watching MaryRose. She didn’t move. “I’ve been running my unit for a couple decades now. When I give an order, I expect it to be followed without question. And, well, sometimes I forget to turn that side of me off with you,” he admitted. He waited a moment, but she remained silent. “When . . . bạn were just a chick, there was a time I thought I’d Mất tích bạn forever.” He felt his tim, trái tim wrench at the memory, but buried the feeling. “The thought of not having bạn in my life broke my heart. I couldn’t stand the thought. I couldn’t even begin to tell myself to let bạn go. Then, bởi the grace of God, I didn’t have to. I found bạn right where I’d left you.”
MaryRose didn’t turn over, but in a small voice, she asked, “Where was I?”
Skipper smiled. “In my heart.”
Slowly, MaryRose flipped onto her back and stared up. “Why are bạn telling me this?”
“Because,” Skipper replied, “I want bạn to know that when I tell bạn to do something, it isn’t me trying to control your life hoặc keep bạn from having fun hoặc whatever bạn think I’m doing. I do it because I tình yêu bạn and I want bạn to be safe. If I trusted those kids, I wouldn’t be quite as upset. Although I still need to know where bạn are.” He folded his flippers. “I know bạn won’t fully understand how I feel until bạn have your own children—way in the future,” he đã đưa ý kiến with a half-joking smile, “but bạn don’t know what goes through my mind when I think something’s happened to you. Just thinking what could happen drives me mad. I’m sorry if I get a little overprotective at times, but it’s just that I tình yêu bạn thêm than you’ll ever know. Do bạn understand?”
MaryRose was silent for a few moments before she sat up on the side of her bunk and nodded. “I think so,” she đã đưa ý kiến softly. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Skipper smiled and pushed off the cinder block, kneeling down in front of her. “You don’t need to apologize, sweetie. Just know that I tell bạn things for a reason. Okay?”
MaryRose nodded. “Okay,” she said. Then she wrapped her flippers around his neck. “I tình yêu you, Daddy.”
Skipper hugged her back. “I tình yêu bạn too, MaryRose.”
[Words: 998]
