Title: Little Lucy
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang, Amber
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Pshy
Summary: Anon experiences the joys of fatherhood

>The clash of blades echoed throughout the yard
>Your opponent was skilled, fierce and ferocious
>"Give tweasure!" your tiny assailant squeaks, holding her wooden sword in two hands
>You've never seen your daughter look this determined before
>At least, not without cookies being involved
>You place a free hand on your hip and bellow a hearty laugh
>"Ha! Ha! Ha! You shall never have the booty of the pirate queen! For I have claimed it first!"
>You're very thankful your daughter is too young to understand the entendre
>And that your wife isn't around to hear you make it
>Something soft envelops you from behind
>You glance at your shoulder and see a gray wing there, the feathers pleasantly warmed in the sun
>Oh no
>"Having fun, dear?" Fang asks you, a knowing smirk on her lips
>You can get out of this, just play it cool
>You leap away from her wing hug to your daughters side, brandishing your toy sword at the new arrival
>"Egads! The pirate queen herself!" You shout in mock horror
>Your daughter doesn't miss a beat, the seriousness in her gasp makes you wonder if she's even playing pretend
>"Quick, adventurer Lucy! We must team up to defeat the queen before she takes all the treasure!"
>Your daughter looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth open
>"No tweasure!?" the tiny ptero asks, horrified
>you shake your head solemnly
>"No tweasure"
>You can see the fire burn in your daughters eyes
>Looking back to your exasperated wife the two of you share a smile
>"Quick, while she's un-armed! Attack!"
>"Yahhhh!" your daughter charges forward, sword held high
>The deed is done with a single decisive blow, Lucy's sword stuck firmly under Fang's armpit
>Your daughter savors her victory before looking back to you
>"Where tweasure?" she asks innocently
>Fang wraps her arms around your daughter and lifts her up despite her struggling
>Now it's Fang's turn to laugh haughtily
>"Foolish adventurer, the pirate queens greatest treasure was you all along!"

>Little Lucy didn't seem enthused at the lack of real treasure
>Especially because Fang tickled her into tears afterwards
>The Pirate Queen was never unarmed it seems
>Once Fang was busy you snuck your precious daughter a few cookies
>No adventure is complete without a reward after all
>The nickname 'sweet tooth' applied to someone else these days
>When Fang returned it was with two instruments
>one of them sized for tiny hands
>Your wife was a passionate woman
>And sharing her love of music with the most precious person in the world was her passion now
>Gently, Fang took the tiny ptero into her lap
>She grasped the girls little hands in her own and guided them along the strings
>your little girl's face was screwed up in concentration
>Fang softly murmured the names for each string as she helped little lucy pluck them
>The scene brought back vivid memories that left you a little misty-eyed
>Unfortunately children aren't known for patience and lucy pushed her ukelele away
>She huffed, crossing her arms
>"I can't pway good!"
>Fang shook her head, smiling
>"It takes practice. Would you rather listen to us then?"
>Lucy nodded, didn't stop her from pouting though
>Us? But there was only one guitar
>Fang shot you a look, you didn't know what she was up to but you trusted your wife
>Picking up the guitar you begam to strum a familiar tune
>You only knew one song but as far as you were concerned it was the only one that mattered
>As the soft notes began Fang closed her eyes, nodding along
>Then she began to sing
>There weren't any words to her song, A quiet hum eventually rose to something sonorous
>The cadence was beautiful, the emotion in her voice was clear
>This was a song of love
>Little lucy's eyelids grew heavy, the excitement of the day left her falling asleep in her mothers arms
>"That was beautiful song for Lucy" You whispered, unwilling to wake your daughter
>Fang smiled at you, her amber eyes damp
>"It wasn't just for her"

>Fang carries the tiny, tuckered ptero off to her room
>It's impossible not to smile when you see the two great loves of your life together 
>Your chest burns as the emotion threatens to overwhelm you
>You get up and lean the guitar against the wall before it does
>A book lies on the table, catching your eye
>Not just a book, it's the book, your book
>You grab it and sit back down, flipping to the first page
>The scrapbook was something Samantha suggested
>Something... Mom, suggested.
>It's thanks to mom that despite just starting your lives together the scrapbook already had so many moments
>No small amount of them were your prom pictures
>You remember being so annoyed at having to take so many but now you cherish each and every one
>You chuckle looking at the one with Ripley, he was trying so hard to look intimidating
>It was hard to believe that you used to be afraid of Ripley
>He had softened on you once you married Fang but he was practically a teddy bear around Lucy jr
>He seemed to respect you as an equal now, father to father.
>Flipping through years of memories you found happiest day of your life
>The birth of your daughter
>A taloned hand finds your shoulder, you look up and share Fang's smile
>She joins you wordlessly on the couch, wrapping both an arm and a wing around you
>You turn the page
>Her first steps
>Her first word
>Fang is still upset that it was 'dada'
>Her first birthday, Fang looked so proud
>Her second, Naser managed to get time off finally 
>Her third, how did she get so much cake everywhere?
>Her fourth, everyone had to dress up as pirates for this one
>You lean forward and kiss Fang's cheek
>"We're so lucky to have her" you murmur
>Fang giggles and catches your lips with her own
>"She's lucky to have such a great dad"
>"And such a great mom" 
>Fang shakes her head, smiling
>She glances back at the scrapbook thoughtfully
>Then gently grasps your hand, suddenly looking sheepish
>"How do you feel about another?"

>Tonight's the night
>You've watched your sweet little Lucy grow so much
>she's not so little anymore
>Now she's almost ready to leave the nest
>Prom night marks one of the last night's you'll have with her
>At least Talon will be around for a few more years
>Might even get out of that edgy phase with his overachieving sister off to college soon
>Fang exits the kitchen and spies you in your patriarchal throne, golf club in hand
>"Anon, why do you even have that? You don't play golf"
>Based on the exasperation in her voice, she already knows why
>The doorbell rings before you can answer
>Lucy practically flies to open it before you, an impressive feat in a dress and heels
>Her date reminds you a lot of yourself, Lucy always was a daddy's girl
>Won't save him from the club though
>As soon as you heft your weapon and start your well-practiced speech, Fang snatches the 9-iron
>"No. Intimidating. The. Suitor." she states, prodding me with a taloned finger
>The hopeful young man visibly relaxes
>Until Fang points the club at him
>"Because I'll do so much worse than you ever will" She growls, Ripley eat your heart out.
>"Mooom!" Lucy complains, grasping her date with a wing to reassure him
>Before the two of them can escape you brandish a camera
>Pose after pose you captured memories you never wanted to forget
>You'll need a second set for the scrapbook.
>and another for her grandparents
>One more for Lucy herself of course
>Despite your best attempts otherwise, it's over far too quickly
>Soon enough your precious daughter is off, ready to make the last memory of her childhood count
>You hope she's lucky enough to find her love as young as you were
>Talon was at a friends house, too young for prom
>Leaving you alone with the love of your life
>Gentle, Slow music begins to fill the house
>You turn and see your date waiting expectantly
>What the kids didn't know is that you were having prom night too
>You walk up to Fang and grasp her hand, the other falling on her waist
>She wraps her wings around you, holding you tight to her chest
>The two of you begin to sway, the song wasn't as important as the company
>Tonight, you owed your darling wife the prom dance she never got on that beach all those years ago