I had several idea for this story series for a while now.  Most of them probably won't com to fruition but this is the one that hit me emotionally the most, so it's what ill start with.  These stories are based on fantasy, and are more story friendly telling of some events between me and my daddy, the ages of the characters are representative of their personalities and headspaces, not their actual ages.  All events portrayed, even the roughest, are to be considered at least semi-consensual and done between individuals of adult levels of intelligence and context.

	It had been a rough day. Nour and her daddy, Jamie, had had an argument, the first that either of them could remember.  It was the culmination of almost a week of the 10 year old being somewhat convinced daddy was ignoring her, or just not wanting to spend time with her.  That of course was never the case, he'd just been busy, working, helping people, and all of the normal stuff he did.  But she didn't quite understand that yet and ended up just finally yelling at him and being a bitter girl about everything before running up to her room, not even staying long enough to see his reaction.

	It had been two hours since, and she'd spent the whole time sitting in the cubby by her window, just pouting and huffing and grumbling about her feelings.  As she got bored she started pulling out her phone, and bringing up a few videos, songs that she knew should make her feel better.  

	One song in particular made her pause to thing, looking up a little in front of her, the setting sun's light passing through the mostly transparent drapes around her window and landing on a picture she had pinned there, a picture taken at the court house the day she became a Sinbad, she remembered it being one of the best days of her life, she remembered every second of the day before it, and every moment in the courthouse, hearing the judge approve everything.

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November 6th, 2xxx

	Nour wasn't used ot kindness, wasn't used to love, wasn't used to trusting, that much had been obvious since Jamie began fosterign her just a month earlier, but quickly shed learned what all of those words meant.  She woke up that day like usual and dragged herself downstairs, yawning as she came into the kitchen.

“Mooornin' Jamie”she said sleepily, hearing him busy as ever at something, this time it was cooking.  The six foor tall brown-haired man stood at the front of the stove top, just pouring some pancake batter into the heated pan in front of him.  The taller man turned his head and gave her a smile.

“Morning baby girl”he said cheerily, ever the morning person, and ever comfortable with the girl, no matter how cold she had started off with him.  The little pet name, as always, made her immediately blush and give him a bit of a pout.

“I am not a baby, you know thaaat”she replied quickly with the tiniest hint of a whine to her higher voice.  Jamie smirked a little, expecting this reply and already having a reply planned.

“Are you absolutely sure about that? You have more than enough accidents to be one”he said teasingly, and brightly, not ever having malice behind that little tease, adding “Speaking of, all dry up there?”he asked, giving her a little more serious of a look.  She loved to lie when answering that question to try to save some of her own modesty.

“Jamie! S-Shutup! I never have ac..”she immediately trailed off, blushing red, and stopped in her tracks by the suddenly stern look hed flashed her as she started to protest, before nodding”..y-yeah nothin' wrong up there”she mutters her answer, looking away shyly before taking a seat at the kitchen table.  Jamie smiles at that, mismatched red and green eyes sparkling with his own brand of happiness.  He left the stove for a moment to walk over to the kitchen table and leaned over to kiss the top of Nours head gently.

“Good girl, proud of you”he said cheerily, drawing a bit more of a blush to the girls cheeks.  He had become more than comfortable with her very quickly despite her weariness, he had a heart the size of a colony ship after all. 

After a little bit of time he finally set a plate of pancakes in front of the girl, along with a glass of milk, placing a plate of his own at his spot and sitting down calmly.  He gave Nour a look over for a second before clearing his throat.

“Little one, I have a bit of a question for you”he asked her, his voice a little more soft than usual, the different tone enough to catch her interest immediately.  He continued, “I got worst from the inspector that came to check up on you yesterday”  He seemed almost, nervous now, and Nour noticed that, gettign nervous herself.  

	The inspector had been from the foster agency, coming to check that everything had been good, that she was safe and wasn't being treated too harshly.  Shed fully admitted to him she was spanked often, and was made to show her entire bared body off ot prove there were no bruises or scars or anything, which was beyond embarrassing, it was bad enough when Jamie bared her but at least she knew him!  She was expecting the worst now, feeling her stomach drop out and a ball of anxiety appear in its place. Jamie continued quietly after taking a breath.

“The report was positive..and, we were okayed for..something”he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper.  He spoke as he unfolded it and slid it to her.  She listened as he did. “I know it's, maybe sudden, and you don't have to answer now, you can take all the time to think about it, I won't rush you little one”  

	He kept speaking but, she almost couldn't hear him now.  The page shook in her hands laittle, it was a formal request for adoption approval.  He was asking her to be his daughter.  Her eyes were getting blurry, she couldn't see the words anymore and still barely heard him, as a few tear drops slipped out, landing on the paper she was looking at.  Jamie could see her emotional change and looked at her with concern.

“Baby?  What's wrong are you o-”And he was all at once silenced by the sudden ball of emotion that was Nour almost, jumping across the table to him, landing in his arm and holding onto him tightly.  She had never been so sure about anything in her life, she had never been so overwhelmed by anything in her life.  She answered his question, both of the, with the same word, peeking up at him with tear filled, happy eyes, and giving him one word.  

“Yes!”

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	As those memories drifted off again, Nour realized she was crying.  Tears dripping down her cheeks.  How could she have treated him like that?  How could she have said such hurtful things to someone who did nothing but bring her happiness?  She got up quickly, sending her phone clattering to her bedroom floor as she all but ran out of her room.  

	The frantic girl tore through the house looking for him, he wasn't upstairs, wasn't in his room.  With panic in her heart she ran down the stairs, tripping on the last two steps and sending herself thudding to the floor with a yelp.  Jamie, in the living room looked up in surprise from the couch, just starting to say her name before she noticed him, getting up and barreling into him, wrapping her arms around him and falling to her knees on the living room floor.  She let out a frantic cry before speaking

“I didn't mean it I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry!” She sobbed out, tears pouring down her face now and her arms squeezing the older man's waist as tight as they could.  Jamie, still all sort of surprised reached down, freeing her arms a little and lifting her under her armpits into his lap, wrapping the girl in his arms and holding her against his chest

“Shhh shh, baby it's ok, I know, it's ok”he reassured his little bundle of emotions, holding her and rocking her back and forth., rubbing his hand across her back gently soothingly. “I know you didn't mean to baby, I know you've just been emotional lately it's ok, there's nothing to forgive.”he promised her, that space craft sized heart showing itself like usual.

	Nour took her time calming down, crying out her bad feelings, and listening to his reassuring words.  She knew it was so selfish, to cause him hurt, and then so very desperately need his comfort and forgiveness.  She knew it was selfish to ask, she knew it was selfish to act this way, she hated that she did, so much.  And yet, none of that mattered.  Not now, not when she was safe in her daddy's arms.  All that mattered at that moment was the two of them, just being the adorable little family they had made together.  All that mattered was the love.