How I Met Your Father: Part Two!
Title: How I Met Your Father
Summary: Ian and Anthony's daughter Laila wants to know how her fathers fell in love.
Ratings: PG for sugar sweetness!
Previous Chapters: Part One - http://raeofthestage.livejournal.com/5597.html
A/N: This is told from the point of view of Laila. It is a less formal than previous stories. Any and all critisms and critiques are apprieciated! Enjoy! ♥Rae
Part Two
Never before I had I been so excited for Papa Anty to get home from work. I was standing at the front window with my nose pressed against the glass. Little patterns of fog kept appearing and disappearing as I breathed in and out. Soon, just as the sun had started to set his car pulled into the drive way.
“He’s home!” I was so excited! Of course Papa would tell Daddy that I should know everything. I mean I had two numbers for my age now. I was practically a grown up! I ran in circles and when he finally came in the door a wrapped myself around his legs.
“Hey Ian? When did we get a puppy?”
He bent over and swinged me up into the air above his head. I kissed his nose.
“I’m not a puppy. I’m a bird! See? I’m flying.” I spread my arms out to prove this point.
“Yeah well you’re a big girl now who I cannot hold above my head for forever.”
With that he gently set me down and walked over to Daddy Ian. I sat down in the middle of the room and followed him with my eyes.
“Hi, Ian.”
He leaned over and pecked him on the lips.
“How was your day? Did your ADHA daughter behave?”
“You mean your ADHA daughter? She was an angel, when she wasn’t being a terror.”
Ian grinned at me over Papa Anty’s shoulder. I giggled. I wasn’t terror, most of the time. I just had more energy than I knew what to do with. It wasn’t my fault if that got me into trouble all the time.
“Did you write anything new today?”
“Yeah a few things. Nothing great though. How was your day?”
“Dull. I honestly don’t know why they wanted me there. It was pretty much to validate their ideas.”
“Yeah, well money is money.”
“I still would have rather been here with you and our little bird.”
I sat wide eyed and listened to them go back and forth. I knew that I shouldn’t push Daddy Ian into asking Papa Anty about the Smosh movie but I was getting antsy. I started to bounce up and down on my knees.
“Daddy…” I whined. I want to know how they fell in love.
“Later Laila. This is not the time or place for that conversation.”
Papa Anty tilted his head and looked at Daddy Ian. Daddy shook his head. Papa nodded. I hated when they talked without words. I always felt left out. Stupid parent code.
“Hey Lai? Why don’t you go work on your art projects in your room?”
Daddy Ian’s eyes were serious. I knew that it wasn’t really a question. It was a ‘I’m going to phrase this as a question but if you say no you’re gonna have extra veggie and no dessert’ question. Which meant I’d better do exactly what he said.
I sighed and stood up. “Fine.”
I dragged my feet to my room both sets of my parents eyes followed me. I left the door open a crack.
“Close your door all the way.” They said in unison.
“DARN IT!”
I shut the door loudly that way they knew that it was closed. I went over to the art stuff that was everywhere on the floor. In the middle of the room was a canvas with three half-finished faces on them. I must say that it looked pretty good. I had mixed paint that was the exact color of mine and Daddy Ian’s eyes. I picked a brush up and began to paint our eyes. I didn’t have either of my fathers’ comedic skills. But I could paint and draw. It was always made me feel better whenever anyone teased me about my dads. I got teased at school. Some teachers had even felt sorry for me, or asked which country I was adopted from.
I didn’t even hear the door open.
“I wonder where you got your art skills from, because it certainly wasn’t from me or Daddy.”
I looked up and saw both of them sitting on my bed. I set my brush down and just looked at them my eyes going from one to the other.
“We’re going to tell you how we met.”