Coloring | an Adventures of Daddy Jon fic
Teaser
Summary: The girls have never cared about Jon’s tattoo before but suddenly take interest on a rainy day, deciding they need some for themselves...with lots and lots of markers. Shame Jon wasn’t paying attention when he left them to color alone...you think he’d have learned his lesson by now...
Note: I just like Jon with a tattoo what can I say. This will be up in a couple days. I had to do something fun.
Excerpt:
“Girls, you know better than to do what you did,” Dany chided them, using a towel to wring out her hair. She scowled at them all. “We do not open doors without knocking and we especially do not open the shower door when there are people in there!”
“We needed you,” Rhaella said, blinking wide-eyed, almost hurt.
Jon’s heart clenched. He felt horribly guilty for clearly needing his wife that morning, not thinking about the girls. He sank onto the bed, sighing and reaching for Rhaella, who cuddled against his damp chest. “It’s alright, we’re here, we didn’t go anywhere.”
Dany gave him a Look over the top of Aly’s head, as if to tell him he was weak and wrapped around their fingers. She sighed, hands on her hips, eyebrow arching again. “What’s up? You said you wanted pancakes?”
“I do!” Lyanna called, arm stretching upwards.
“And the TV is broken,” Rhae piped up. She cocked her head, blonde curls sticking up around her face, poking at his shoulder. “Daddy you did not wash.”
Jon blinked. “Huh?”
She poked at his shoulder again and he rolled his eyes down as best he could to see she was tracing the outline of the wolf tattoo he had snarling over his shoulder. “You got drawing on you,” she said. She had seen it of course, all the girls had, so he wondered why now it finally captured her attention.
Not to be left out, the other two scrambled towards him, stepping on his knees, thighs, and if he hadn’t moved sideways as quickly as he did, a very sensitive part of his anatomy. Lya poked the wolf’s red eyes. “Like Ghost!” she shouted.
He chuckled, glancing at Dany, who had slipped into the bathroom and came back out, having put on a bra, panties, and skirt in record time. “Um, yes just like Ghost. Hey, why don’t you let Daddy get dressed and I’ll make you all pancakes? Hmm?”
“Only I wanted pancakes!”
“Yeah I want waffles!”
“And cereal!”
Aly whimpered. “And I want my dragon back!”
“No, you stole mine!” Lya shouted.
“Cause’ you stole mine!”
Dany groaned, clapping her hands. “Girls! Out now! Also, if you don’t stop fighting over dragon toys, I will take away all your dragons, how about that?”
They peered up, crestfallen. “No!”
“Well then behave. Come on now.” Dany snagged one of his t-shirts, slipping it on with her designer pencil skirt, padding barefoot from the room, her hair still wet tangles. He suspected she would be pulling it into a messy bun for the day.
Now that everyone had left him in peace, Jon sprinted to the closet, dressed quickly, ran his fingers through his awkward length damp hair, which was growing back from the head shave he’d done months ago thank gods, and speed-brushed his teeth. He caught sight of the bit of ink sticking from the collar of his t-shirt and chuckled, pulling back the neckline to peer at the tattoo. He’d had it since he was in the military, long before he got Ghost, the dog made for him when he saw of all the litter the little white pup with red eyes.
He traced the snarl, chuckling. It was funny the girls were now curious about it, seeing as they had sometimes fallen asleep on his bare shoulder before or had traced its edges. Perhaps now they were just more aware. He wondered if they’d managed a glimpse of Dany’s tattoo, which was in a far less visible location than his. He hoped not. That would definitely invite questions he didn’t want to answer.
Coming Soon!
