Leon teams up with your daughter to do something nice for Mother's Day. (My first Leon Fic!)
Tags: Fem! Reader, uses "you" instead of Y/N, Girl Dad! Leon, Post Resi 9. Fluff, with a touch of angst.
Word Count: 930
A wheel on their shopping cart pulled to one side and squeaked if he leaned on it too hard. He tried to ignore the sound as his six-year-old daughter updated him on the latest drama from her first-grade classroom.
“And then Sadie said she would never play on the swings again!”
“And what did she do the next day?”
“She took the swing!”
Leon nodded, smiling at his daughter as she stood on the other end of the cart and eyed the package of Chips Ahoy. “It sounds like Sadie is full of drama.”
“That's what Mama says too.”
“Your mom’s pretty smart. Speakin’ of, Mother's Day is coming up. Do you want to make a card?”
“Can I?” Her big blue eyes, an ocean of color, widened. “Can we make her breakfast too?”
Leon tried, and failed, not to cringe as their last cooking fiasco flashed in his mind. He had supervised while she helped him make dinner, which ultimately resulted in a burnt main course, a ruined pan, and takeout on the dinner table. Breakfast foods were easier, he decided, and it was one of those corny Mother’s Day traditions that you would love. “Yeah, why not?”
He turned toward the grocery side of the store. The temperature dropped as they wheeled through the frozen food section. He picked up a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk as his daughter, who sounded so much like you when she rambled excitedly, went on a tangent about her card. She would make the construction paper base in your favorite color, use stickers of your favorite animal, and add glitter pens to write how much she loved you (which would equal the number of stars in the sky). Leon needed to help her spell the latter part, but he didn’t mind. You made sure to tell her the same thing when you tucked her into bed each night.
It’s not until he turned to the arts-and-crafts section that she changed the topic to something less light-hearted. “Are you sure you’re going to be home for Mother’s Day?”
Leon frowned. It hit him harder than it should have, like an arrow to the chest. She had finally reached an age where she understood the severity of his work. At the very least, she recognized that it took him away for long periods at a time and left him exhausted whenever he came home. He didn’t tell her the details of his deployment, only that he worked for the Government.
“Yeah, Sweetheart. I’ll be home.” He knew it didn’t work like that. He could get a call the night before or the morning of. Either way, it would force him out the door and have him briefing with Sherry in minutes. “I’ve got to spend the day with my best girls.”
She gave him a look. One that required her to scrunch her nose and furrow her brows. She didn’t believe him. She didn’t believe him, and that broke his heart, but she didn’t bring it up again as they finished their shopping trip and packed into his Porsche.
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Mother’s Day came quicker than he anticipated, between central office meetings for the D.S.O., taking his girl to dance practice after school, and securing a date night for the two of you in the middle of the week. He wouldn’t have been able to pull that one off if not for Hannigan agreeing to babysit, but he couldn’t remember the last time he convinced you to dress up in that outfit he loved. The evening left both of you in a good mood for the remainder of the week, and when he nudged open your bedroom door on May 10th, you opened one eye with a smile already on your face.
“Are you being sneaky?” You asked your daughter, who eased into the arm before Leon. She held her hand-crafted card behind her back. She crawled onto the bed beside you before presenting it like a grand award.
You gasped and propped yourself up on one elbow. The glitter came off on your fingers, but you didn’t mind as you read the messy handwriting, admired the haphazardly placed stickers, and adored the way she had cut the card into the shape of a heart. “This is beautiful, baby.” You said. “Thank you.”
She leaned in to give you a one-armed hug, and as you squeezed her tight, Leon came into view. He balanced a coffee mug, scrambled eggs, French toast with powdered sugar, and freshly cut strawberries on a tray.
“Morning, beautiful.” He said.
“Hey, handsome.”
“Hungry?”
“Did you make enough for all of us?”
Leon put the tray down on his side of the bed. “Course, but this is your special tray.”
“Oh?” You eyed the French toast, the bread cut into the shapes of hearts, too. “Did you help your dad?”
“Yeah! It’s better than dinner.”
“I told you practice makes perfect.” You smiled and pinched a strawberry between your fingers to offer it to your daughter. “Tell your dad to go get your plates so we can eat together.”
“In bed?” She gasped.
“In bed,” you said. “All squished together and cozy.”
Leon made a mental note to grab your daughter a fresh pair of clothes and a wet napkin for the syrup he anticipated coating her in the near future. “Be back in a minute.”
“Hurry back,” you said as he left the room.
He threw a look over his shoulder, and the two of you shared a private smile before he disappeared down the hall.
Summary: Your daughter gives a small speech for her dad.
Wc: 900
Warnings: dad! Leon, bit of fluffy, Leon being a silly man for his daughter.
An: Just remembering that I'm on vacation and won't be able to interact with you. I'll be back on February 6th and answer everyone! 🫶🏻
It was even comical the way Leon was in his daughter's classroom, in the middle of a bunch of children. The point of his being here was a presentation by the kids, where the parents would come to the school and receive a short presentation from their own children.
He was standing there, an awkward smile on his face, the suit he'd insisted on wearing to look presentable for the occasion. After all, the occasion was important. How could it not be? His girl giving a heartwarming speech in honor of her father was more than special.
Last week it had been your turn, and you had assured him that the little ones would like him too, so he didn't have to worry so much.
As soon as his daughter stood up, she came in with a smile from corner to corner, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail as she came in all bouncy.
"That's my daddy!" She begins, pride evident in her voice.
Leon smiles, looking around as the children look him up and down.
"I'm Leon, Leon Scott Kennedy." Leon says a little awkwardly, feeling like a clown in this situation.
"He's like a superhero! He's the bravest man I know!" She says, her giant smile making Leon melt inside.
She then stood on her tiptoes, making herself taller and speaking louder:
"Daddy is even friends with the president!" She said proudly once again, and that was enough for all the kids in the room to make a low murmur.
"Are you a superhero? The kind with superpowers?" One of the boys in the class asked, looking at Leon with a certain curiosity.
Leon chuckled, preparing to answer, but his daughter stopped him and answered for him.
"Of course! Daddy keeps the country safe! He's my hero!" She said, with a sweetness and tenderness that made him tear up.
Leon paid attention to every word his daughter said, he couldn't hold back the tears that soaked his vision when he saw the little girl speak about him with so much tenderness. Leon was her figure, the reason for so much admiration. Your daughter kept saying that Leon was a super police officer who took care of everyone, who kept everyone safe.
He had explained his profession to her this way, something simpler that hid the horrendous details of his profession. When she finished, all the children clapped, soon starting to whisper among themselves, Leon had really caught their attention.
All the children started bombarding him with questions, seemingly completely impressed by Leon. And although he didn't really want to, he even showed them his federal agent badge. That was all it took for the kids to get even more excited about Leon.
And he was only able to leave the classroom when he managed to answer all the curious little ones, in all honesty he didn't think it would somehow be so comical. While he was waiting for his daughter to finish talking to her classmates, one of them said:
"Your dad is so cool!" A gentle smile on the boy's face.
And then your daughter replies, " It's my dad! The most badass, coolest dad in the world!" She says with a little smile, hugging Leon's legs tightly.
Leon's heart filled with pride, and a cocky smile appeared on his face.
This was his daughter, and he was her hero.
Then they both headed out, finding you waiting for them outside.
"So, how was it?" You asked, giving Leon a reassuring smile.
"Great." He replies back, giving you a kiss on the forehead as you walk back home.
The path was calm, your daughter talking about how her day had been, school and everything her friends said. Soon the topic stopped at a toy kitchen, one she had seen at the mall and really wanted. And she knew that Leon wasn't capable of denying anything a girl asked for.
"Daddy, I want to buy a new kitchen!" Your daughter giggles, looking at her father with puppy dog eyes.
You giggled, giving the little one's hand a gentle squeeze as she walked between you and Leon, holding both your hands.
"But don't you already have one, darling?" Leon asks, not that he would deny buying the child a new kitchen if she wanted one.
Money has never been a problem for him, at least not since he started working as an agent.
"But mine's small! I want a big one! That way I'll be able to make the same food as mommy!" she said, a big smile on her face, showing the dimples you loved so much.
Leon then looked at the little girl, replying with a mischievous smile on his lips, "Burnt food, you say?"
The comment was enough to make you narrow your eyes at Leon, only to see him laughing his ass off at his own comment.
Your daughter was about to laugh too, but she saw your gaze on Leon and held her smile, not holding her tongue to complain to him.
"Daddy! Mommy makes the best food in the world!" She says in her cute, loving voice, giving you a smile.
"If the food is bad, I'll let you take care of dinner tonight." You tell him, and at the same moment his laughter dies down.
"Oh, come on. Just kidding." He mumbles, trying to win you over with a peck.
"You're cooking dinner tonight." You say again, looking at him while your daughter giggles at her father's expression.
Well, at least he had no plans to have dinner at home tonight. Dinner in a restaurant seemed like the perfect escape.
Summary: Your husband returned from his mission, the house was quiet until he heard your daughter's commotion.
Wc: 2.4k
Warnings: comfort, domestic things, established relationship, mention of pregnancy, mild angst, Leon mentioning some of his traumas, bit of fluffy.
Leon was tired, months away traveling back and forth, doing missions that seemed endless. That last mission was hell, coming back from Alcatraz was like a light at the end of the tunnel.
And he couldn't stop dreaming about this damn vacation that he needed so badly, he didn't have the same stamina to keep going back and forth.
He was completely exhausted, he didn't even know how he'd got home. The fatigue in his body simply alerted him that all he needed was a hot bath and a soft bed.
But nothing mattered more to him than getting home, seeing his beloved family. You, his wife, together with your little daughter. His little family, one of the only reasons he woke up every day.
And once he opened the door to your shared house, and smelled that sweet scent he missed so much, something in him woke up.
Of course all the tiredness was still there, but he was at peace, he was finally home.
With his family. With his two girls.
He silently entered the house, placing his heavy bag on the floor, making a small noise. The silence was comforting, but at the same time he was missing something.
Then he took off his boots and put them in the corner. He didn't realize how much he missed home until he saw the picture frames scattered around the living room.
The photos of when the two of you met on a trip to Paris, he was there on business, and didn't expect to meet the love of his life right there.
Or even the photo of when he proposed to you, your bright smile as you looked at the ring on your fingers, or the way Leon looked at you with such tenderness.
In the next photo it was you dressed all in white, him dressed in a suit that was strangely out of his usual, he felt like a clown every time he wore a suit, even though he looked beautiful in it. In the photo, your hands were occupied with a bouquet, while he held you in his arms like a princess.
There was the photo of when you were pregnant, the first picture of your daughter, so many picture frames all over the living room. Leon loved every one of them and would remember them for the rest of his life.
Just as he couldn't help but notice the Polaroids you put up on the wall, with recent photos of your little family, even though Leon wasn't a very smiley man, he always smiled in the photos he took with you and your daughter.
Because he was always happy in the presence of his own small family.
He felt his heart fill with joy as soon as he saw a baby playpen in the living room, the hello kitty teddies resting inside the pink playpen, along with dolls and small toy cars.
The environment made him feel so real, so normal. Being at home made him forget who he really was, made him forget his messy life. Because this was the place where he belonged, the place he would never leave, never forget. His precious little place, where he was happier than he could have dreamed.
His family, his wife, his daughter. Phrases he spoke with pride, without having to think twice.
The silence in the house was almost soothing, nothing but his breathing in there. But soon the calm was interrupted by a familiar whimper, coming from your daughter's room.
He hurried a little, looking through the crack in the door to see you rocking the little one gently back and forth.
You had told him that the little one had recently caught a cold because of the low temperatures. You had even said that she had high irritability and the usual flu symptoms, as well as a slightly higher body temperature, but nothing more.
But he couldn't have imagined finding you crying with her, the dark circles in your eyes showing him that you hadn't slept much recently.
You looked so much like him, both of you tired, the expression of someone who hadn't had a minute's rest in the last few days.
You were so focused on putting the little girl to sleep that you didn't even notice that Leon had arrived, you didn't even hear when he opened the door to enter the house.
Your senses only returned when the little girl stopped crying for a brief moment, a faint smile forming on her lips as she looked up at her father, stretching out her arms for him to pick her up.
"Shh, Daddy's here..." He whispers, rocking the little one gently, looking at you as he does so.
"I'm sorry." The first thing you manage to sob out, he didn't know who was crying more, the little one or you.
He nodded, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, "No, love, it's okay."
"I don't know what to do... She doesn't stop crying. She can't sleep for more than five minutes..." You say, gently stroking the little girl's hair, trying to calm her down somehow.
Leon sighed, giving your daughter a kiss on the forehead, looking at her with gentle eyes, as if her constant crying was tugging at his heartstrings.
There wasn't much he could do. Just try to make the little one comfortable in this difficult phase.
He knew you were upset at not being able to welcome him in a better way, with a nice dinner as usual. But he would never judge you for taking care of your family, he knew how difficult the last few days had been for you.
His eyes fell on the coffee cup on the bookshelf, the children's books spread out on the floor. You should have read all the stories to her by now, hoping that the girl would go to sleep or calm down.
Which apparently didn't work.
"Go and rest, love. I'll take care of her." Leon tells you with a half-smile, singing a soft lullaby.
You frown, looking at him calmly. You were both tired, but for now he wanted to take responsibility for your daughter.
The baby girl was still whimpering on Leon's chest, her little hands clutching Leon's shirt, holding on so tightly that it felt like she would pull it off him.
As he hummed a little lullaby, the child put her arms around Leon's neck, hiding her red, swollen face from crying in his arms.
Seeing you also crying from exhaustion at not being able to do anything, he kissed your forehead, giving you a small smile.
"Rest, sweetpea." He didn't care how tired he was, he'd spent days in worse situations. A few more hours awake wouldn't make any difference.
You reluctantly went to your shared room, mentally promising yourself that you would only sleep for a few hours. You were just as tired as he was.
As soon as Leon heard the door close, he looked at the little girl with a smile, kissing her forehead gently.
"Shhh... I know it hurts, but Daddy's here." He said, and she looked at him with a pout for a moment, stopping crying briefly.
Leon's heart calmed down for a while, seeing that she had stopped crying a little. Only for her to start whimpering once more, burying her face in his chest.
"Shhh shhh..." He soothed, carrying her into the bathroom of her room.
Perhaps a fresh shower along with clean clothes would calm her down a bit, or at least bring her a little comfort.
He turned on the hot water to fill the tub a little, while he sat the baby on the edge of the tub and began to gently remove her clothes. It hurt his heart to hear her sobs, seeing how hoarse her little voice was getting with how much she had already cried.
You had told him that because of the flu, the little one had acquired a small irritation in her throat, causing you to go to the doctors and start treatment with some medication. And he knew that the fact that she was crying so much didn't help the irritation one bit.
But as if by some quirk of fate, when Leon put her in the water, she relaxed a little. She closed her eyes and leaned against his chest.
Her golden strands were so reminiscent of Leon's that every time he looked at his little girl, he saw himself.
A being full of innocence and purity, an angel in his eyes. It's a pity that unlike her, he wasn't lucky enough to have a good life, or a less turbulent one.
His innocence was taken away early on, giving way to a terrible bitterness that he only cultivated over the years.
But it would be different with her, he swore he would protect her with his life. She was his daughter, the treasure of his life, along with you.
Sometimes he finds himself wondering what things would have been like if he hadn't met you? If he hadn't taken a turn. If you hadn't shown him that he was still worthy of being loved.
That he wasn't bad. You showed him the light, and it was still hard to believe that the honor of having a family with you was his.
All this happiness was his, all his.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the tiny girl yawn, which for him was a sign that his plan had worked. He gently wrapped her in a towel and carried her in his arms, taking her to the changing table and putting on a new diaper.
Soon he spotted a pair of pink onesies, which looked comfortable enough for her to sleep in, so he started to put them on her.
Gently placing his hand on her chest to calm her down, a habit he always did with her, just putting a little pressure so she wouldn't move, and she would always stay quiet. Sometimes with a smile on her face.
When he had finished, he took her to bed and put her under the covers, making her warm and comfortable. He even put her various plush toys around her.
She was already feeling sleepy, her little blue eyes were threatening to close slowly, she wasn't crying anymore, just hiccupping every now and then. Her fever was better too, at least Leon didn't feel her body getting so hot.
Leon picked up a children's storybook, Sleeping Beauty, her favorite. When he lay down next to her, he began to read the story quietly.
"Once upon a time..." He began, until he was interrupted by her protesting in a low voice.
"Use your princess voice, Daddy." She says, a pout forming on her small lips.
Leon had to bite his lip to keep from smiling, trying to take the proposal as seriously as possible.
"Right, right. Let's start again.'" He murmurs, giving her a kiss on the forehead before starting again.
This time he's done it right, starting in a soft voice, trying to imitate a princess voice somehow. And he couldn't have been prouder when he got a small laugh out of her, almost imperceptible, but it was there.
From the yawns she was giving, it wouldn't be long before she fell asleep. And neither would Leon, he didn't know how he was still awake. He already knew that he would soon fall asleep with her.
So he kept reading until she eventually fell asleep, and he did the same, sleeping surrounded by her soft toys, feeling her little legs on his torso as she slept.
Both sleeping peacefully after a restless night.
......
Hours later, you wake up from your peaceful slumber, feeling a little better that you've at least had some rest. And from the silence in the house, you could tell that Leon had managed to put your daughter to sleep.
The sun was already rising, its warm rays beginning to illuminate the house, along with the birdsong that filled your ears. You thought about getting up to make breakfast, after all Leon must have been starving.
So you got up and decided to check on them before going into the kitchen, and you headed for your daughter's room. As soon as you open the door, you see one of the cutest images you could imagine.
Leon was lying in bed, pretending to still be asleep while your daughter was putting make-up on him. You had to stop yourself from laughing at the absurd amount of blush on his cheeks.
She had even put a little princess crown on his head, she was really dolling Leon up.
You could see from the smile he was tugging at the corner of his lips that he was enjoying this immensely. He was the type who would do anything for his little girl.
And you couldn't contain the laugh that escaped your lips when the little girl took a section of his hair and tied it into a pigtail, one on each side of his head.
When he heard your laughter, he opened his eyes, smiled softly and mouthed a silent 'good morning' to you.
You did the same, entering the room and approaching the two of them.
"I bet you'd make a great Sleeping Beauty." You tease, looking at your husband with amusement.
And he looks back at you, a smile forming and his mouth opening to let out a cheesy joke. But your daughter's cute, croaky voice echoes through the room:
" No, 'cause Daddy snores a lot." She says, the little gummy smile that made you crack up, showing her little teeth.
The next thing that was heard in the room was your laughter, along with your daughter's sweet giggles.
Leon snorted, crossing his arm and looking at the two of you. He even tried to make an angry face, but the moment he saw his two girls smiling at nothing, he couldn't help himself and let out a smile too.
He propped himself up on his elbows, pulling the little girl towards him and starting to tickle her.
"That's no way to talk to Daddy, young lady." He says, trying to keep his tone serious, but your daughter's giggle is simply infectious.
"Daddy!" she squeals, bouncing her little legs with laughter.
You were grateful for the family you had formed. Grateful for the kind of lazy mornings that were so enjoyable. Maybe breakfast can wait a bit, can't it?
The calm, happy atmosphere there. It was something that Leon had cherished and acclaimed so many times. A haven where he could forget his own demons.
A place where he could relax and forget about the world outside, a place where he could be himself. The person, not the agent.
And he was grateful for his two girls.
For his life, because nothing would make sense without you.
