Summary: Your daughter inherits her dad's sweet tooth and your charm.
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It was a silent afternoon. Your usually hyper daughter wasn’t bouncing off the walls. There was
finally a moment of peace, and nothing was out of place.
You and your husband were terrified.
“Jenna, what are you up to?”
Neither of you was truly worried. She was somewhere in the house, plotting something that
would no doubt require hours of cleaning or a call to the landlord. If she managed to escape, an
elite FBI unit was ready to find her.
She peeked her head out of her room, waving. "Playing with my dinos."
You nodded, relieved she found something that wasn't going to cause lasting damage.
"Put them away for now, okay? It's lunchtime."
She clambered out of her room, hopping down the stairs and stopping next to your husband in
the kitchen.
“Jell-O.”
You sighed. When Spencer was in the hospital, she had seen him eating a container. After a
bite, she was hooked.
“Jell-O is a dessert food. It’s lunchtime.”
She sighed dramatically and put on a pout that rivaled your own.
“Daddy, please?”
He made eye contact with you, trying to hide how effective her tactics were. Her demands would
be endless if she knew he was wrapped around her finger.
You gave him a look, but then she turned to you, and you realized you were just as gullible.
“Fine, but only today.”
She clapped her hands together, wrapping her arms around his leg. He smiled, reaching down
to smooth out a stray hair.
“Since she’s getting Jell-O, I’ll get some as well.”
You shot him a look, unable to stay mad as he offered you a spoonful.
Content Warnings: Canon violence, near drowning, Alex deals with trauma, non-sexual nudity, comforting fluff
Summary: After being attacked, you clean Alex up at home.
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You dashed towards the river, panic propelling you forward as you tried to make it in time.
Was she okay? Did he hurt her? How long was she under? Would she be hospitalized?
You finally reached the muddy banks, your boots sinking as you saw the flashing lights of an
ambulance. To your relief, she was sitting up in the back, not lying on the stretcher. You took in
the blanket wrapped around her and her shivers, relieved to see she was conscious.
“Alex?”
She looked up at you, her eyes red-rimmed to contrast with her pale skin.
“Hey.”
Her voice was croaky and strained, but there was relief woven in. The two of you stood silently
for a moment before you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug.
“I thought I was going to die”
You blinked back tears, trying not to think about how close she came to never making it back up
to the surface. She looked up at you, stroking your cheek.
“Never.”
You kissed her forehead, wrapping the blanket around her tightly as the paramedics finished
their examination.
“When we get home, we can curl up and watch Wheel of Fortune, okay? I won’t even complain
when you call out the contestant.”
She grins weakly, returning the kiss to the bottom of your chin.
“Mhm. Now can you find me some tea?”
You nod and turn around, heading off to find her something warm beside your arms.
—--
When the two of you finally returned home, you led her to the bathroom, pulling some loose
twigs out of her hair and letting the bath run. She took her clothes off, and you stood beside her
as she lowered into the bath.
As she hit the water, she cringed, remembering the frigid depths of the river.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”
She nodded halfheartedly, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. You misted lavender
carefully before soaping up a loofah.
“Let’s get this mud off.”
She raised her arms and helped you, turning when necessary but relaxing in the tub. You
moved behind her, rubbing the tension out of her muscles.
“He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
She nodded again, leaning back and resting her head against your chest.
“I know. But I can’t stop thinking about it.”
You sighed, rubbing up and down her arms reassuringly.
“That’s okay. I just want you to know I’m here for you.”
Alex turned, looking up at you and kissing your chin.
“You promised Wheel of Fortune?”
You nodded in agreement, draining the tub and helping her stand.
“I’m never playing against a linguist again.”
She grinned softly, drying off with a towel and pulling on her pajamas.
“Indo-European root leubh, shared by Sanskrit. Lufu in Old English.”
You rolled your eyes at her, unable to hide your admiration for her knowledge and talent.
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