HC for Mr. Pennyham or McTavish with a younger reader, and people constantly mistaking him for her father?
People knew Patrick had a daughter around your age (you were literally two years older than her) and constantly mistook you for her.
When you two would go out to dinner it would be, “what can I get you and your daughter, sir?”
And then the awkward clearing of Patrick’s throat, “she isn’t my daughter.”
Or when you would go out as a family and would get comments from the nicest old women, complimenting him on his two beautiful daughters.
All of it made Patrick feel so fucking shitty and old.
He wasn’t one to complain or be down on himself, but when he was did it hit him hard. “Why do you want to be with me?” He’s ask when you two were lying in bed for the evening.
“Because I love you?” You weren’t sure where this was going. It wasn’t a conversation you had to have very often, as Patrick was mostly confident in your feelings about him.
“Yeah, but you could have someone your age—” you cut him off with a hand on his cheek.
“No I couldn’t. Because I want you. I have you. And there isn’t anything wrong with you being a little older.”
And you kiss him so softly. And he thinks he melts into the sheets and maybe he feels a little better.
Your first outing as a family of four is to have pictures taken with Santa.
Jessa is almost two months old and Miles is a freshly sprung twelve year old.
One of the elves smiles at you and Will and then makes the comment, “oh, we’ve got grandpa in for the picture too?!”
And that about breaks William’s heart and he gives your hip a squeeze. “Go on, I’m gonna hang back here.”
And you sigh deeply as Miles looks at the elf quietly. “That’s my dad and my sister’s dad.” He frowns. “And you’re not being very kind.”
And maybe it helps William’s mood a little bit, but definitely not much. And you kiss him gently, passing Jessa to him. “Picture time, dad.” You tease playfully.
And William just rolls his eyes.