My Little Princess - A Duskwood Fanfiction
Hello there! This is my first ever fanfic. I actually wrote it around 2022, but have never had enough courage to post it. But I'll give it a try. Hope you guys like it. Please forgive any English mistakes, it's not my native language.
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Prologue: Three years after getting married, Jake and MC have a daughter. While spending some time alone with his baby, Jake reflects on the change in direction that his life took.
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I look at the little sleeping bundle, you, in my arms. The fruit of my love with MC. If someone had told me a few years ago what my life would be like in the future, I would say that this someone was delusional. I was alone and lost. An internationally wanted hacker, with no ties of blood or friendship in to support.
But then my half-sister was kidnapped, and then I met your mother. She was the one who saved me, who trusted me, even without knowing me. She showed me the love that I had long forgotten. Because of her, I had the strength to overcome obstacles that prevented us from being together. She made me feel alive again. I owe everything to her.
And now, daughter, you are here. Your mother and I waited several months to see your beautiful face. We spent a few sleepless nights, wondering together if you would have my eyes or hers (I won!), we made a long list of names for you. It took some time, but we found the right name: Emma.
You wake up suddenly with a grunt, move your fat little arms and open your eyes for me.
– Shhh...it's okay – I whisper while rocking you gently –, mommy went to sleep, but daddy is here with you. I'm looking out for you. I kiss your head, your smell is intoxicating. But you seem uncomfortable and nervous.
– Did you have a nightmare? I know how it is, I also have nightmares too, but about my past. I'm afraid I'm dreaming and realizing that nothing have changed when I wake up. One day I will tell you my story.
You blink and look at me intently, seeming interested in listening to me.
– I'll tell you a part. I was raised by my mother, but it was just the two of us. There was a missing piece, which my father should have filled in, but he didn't. And the pain that the lack of his presence caused me will never be extinguished.
– But I promise that I will be for you everything he wasn’t for me. You can count with me for anything. I want you not to forget that you are my precious one. I'm gonna take care of you and mommy forever, okay?
You yawn, but keep looking at me.
– I’ll take you fishing, eat ice cream with you and take pictures of you with your face smeared. I will be the best father in the world for you.
I keep rocking you as you yawn again, getting ready for a new sleep session. I feel a lump in my throat, a huge wave of joy spreads for my being. I quickly wipe my eyes and continually:
– It doesn’t matter how old you are. You will always, always be my little princess.
