Winning the Heart of An Almost Seven Year Old

Chapter 8: Not Accustomed to This Style

Time: 3 weeks later…

“Ginny, how long is she going to keep doing this to me?” asked with Ginny sitting on his lap in his office.

“I don’t know . She’s pretty stubborn,” Ginny said, “It’ll take time. Maybe you should have a father daughter night. I do happen to know that she does like you.”

“She doesn’t show it,” said.

“Like I said, she’s stubborn,” Ginny said.

“Yes, I believe you mentioned that a time or two,” said and then pulled her towards him and kissed her.

Ginny pulled out and said, “Just promise me that before we elope you’ll have a father daughter night with her.”

“Ok, I promise I will have a father daughter night with her before we elope,” said, “You know how weird that sounded? Father daughter? Never thought I’d be saying that.”

“I know,” Ginny said leaning into him, “Now come here.”

“I love you Ginny,” said coming closer to her lips and settling his hands on her hips.

“I love you,” Ginny said and then sealing her words to him with a kiss.

Time: Two days later…

 “! Are you ready yet? Your father is going to be here any minute now,” Ginny said outside of ’s room.

“I’m not going!” said pouting a little.

“Yes you are. No arguing with me,” Ginny said, “Now hurry up.”

“Mummy!” whined.

“No! Now hurry up before I have to dress you myself,” Ginny said then added, “And you won’t like what I have you dressed in either if you keep me waiting.”

“Ok! Be out in five minutes!” said giving in.

Ginny then went into the living room. She turned around to meet ’s lips.

“Oh hello,” Ginny said leaning into his embrace.

“Hi I missed you too,” said holding tightly to her not wanting her to escape, “Is Lizzie ready?”

“Couple minutes,” Ginny said leaning her head against his shoulder, “You should come around more often.”

“What, not every night being in your bed is often?” teased.

“Well, there is that,” Ginny said.

“Ginny?” asked pulling apart in the tight embrace for a second.

“Hmm?” She replied looking in his eyes.

He then tilted his head to the left and leaned down and kissed her.

Time: 10 minutes later…

“Excuse me! Why is it that I always have to see you when you’re sticking your tongue down Mummy’s throat?” asked breaking Ginny and apart as she entered the room.

“Don’t be rude,” Ginny said.

“Ready to go sweetie?” asked ignoring that last question.

“Sweetie? Humph!” said rolling her eyes, “Sure, whatever.”

“Look young lady,” Ginny scolded, “You can stop this act that says, ‘I hate my father,’ cause I happen to know you were bragging about him to just about 2 weeks ago. So you can stop that act right now and get over it.”

glared at her mother.

glared back and said, “No use in glaring at your mother. Not with me around it won’t. I won’t put up with it.”

“Neither will I,” said entering the room and looked at .

“Now I believe I asked a question earlier. You still have not answered me in a way of being as your mother puts it, ‘nice’,” said still glaring just a tad bit.

“Stop the glaring,” Ginny said tugging at ’s hand.

“Fine,” said. “I’m ready.”

“Good. Let’s go shall we?” said letting go of Ginny and taking ’s hand, which she tried to pull away from but ’s grip wouldn’t let go.

stepped into the fireplace and then they were gone.

They appeared in a café type of restaurant place. led her to a table, which had already been prepared for them.

pulled her chair out for her, motioning for her to sit.

She obeyed and sat in the chair.

He went over to his chair and sat down and said, “So what do you want?”

He expected an answer about food but that’s not what he got.

“You wouldn’t want to know,” said coldly.

“What was that? Perhaps I didn’t hear you right,” said coldly back.

“You heard me right,” said thinking that since her mother wasn’t here to scold her for being rude, she could do it anyway.

ignored her comment and just sat there in silence looking at the menu in front of him.

A couple of minutes went on like this before spoke up in a very unusual nice tone. Or at least to it was.

It wasn’t completely rude but yet it wasn’t completely nice either.

“Do you love her?” asked silently not looking at him in the eyes.

He looked up and said, “Excuse me?”

“Do you love her? My mother. Do you love her?” repeated.

“How do you think we got you?” responded back.

“Why do you say that like you don’t love her?” asked.

“Why do you act the way your mother doesn’t want you to?” asked.

 “Especially when she’s not around to scold you for it.”

“Why are you being so mean?” asked coldly.

“Hey it’s not my problem that I’ve tried to be nice to you but then you just shove it back into my face,” said.

“Do you love her?” asked again but this time in a nicer tone of voice than before.

“Yes,” said, “Now be a little bit more tolerable, would you?”

“Whatever,” said.

“I wasn’t asking,” said looking at his daughter, “I was telling you.”

“Yes Daddy,” said.

“If you don’t like me then why do you call me ‘Daddy’?” asked hoping to get a response from her.

She didn’t answer.

“Ok, don’t answer that then,” said, “let’s go.”

got up, wishing she had said something. took her hand and took her home.

{AN- I know it doesn’t say that they didn’t eat at least but just assume they did.}