Little Miss Danforth - Titus Danforth X Reader
Pairing : Titus Danforth x Wife!reader.
Summary : You and Titus have your first born, a little girl. Titus wanted a boy mainly to carry out the Danforth name, but when he held your little girl for the first time, he swore no harm would come to his little miss.
Warnings : 18+ DNI MINORS!!! - Age gap, (not specifically mentioned but Titus is described as ‘much’ older than yourself.) Swearing, one mention of bullying and name calling. (Carrot head), suggestive smut at the end, slight possession (on Titus’s side)
Authors note : First time writing for Titus, he is one of my favourite Shawn Characters so far! I love a sassy man who is freaked out. I hope I did him justice, I felt like he would definitely have a softer side in front of his daughter. No one bullies his sweet baby girl.
You could say that Titus was a little sad that your firstborn child was a little girl, but as soon as he held her in his arms, his face softened. He was looking down at his daughter with pride and joy. Also… You could both always try for another baby once you were ready.
As she was growing up, Titus was very protective over her. Never let anyone else touch her other than you and his sister, Ursula. After she turned 1, her first birthday needed to be perfect! He completely closed the resort for the weekend, and planned everything to the smallest detail. You had to explain to him that she wouldn’t remember her birthday at this age.
“Do you remember your first birthday? I know it was a looong time ago for you.” You teased him, as he was much older than you. You always loved to tease him about his age, it made for a very fun time after your daughter was fast asleep.
He smirked as the staff was bringing out the large pink cake, gently placing it onto the table. You couldn’t help but laugh as he kissed your cheek, pulling you closer.
“Better watch that mouth, Mrs Danforth.. wouldn’t want to miss our daughter's first birthday because you were getting smart with me.”
You rolled your eyes as Ursula brings in the birthday girl. They were picking out her birthday outfit because she told Titus that she needed to pick it, not him. Your little girl was in a cute pink and white dress with socks and little shoes to match.
“There she is! The birthday girl!” You walked over as you grabbed her from Ursula's arm, kissing her little chubby cheeks over and over. Her little giggles filled the room as Titus walked over to you both. Her little eyes widened as she saw her daddy, making grabby hands for him.
“Okay baby, you can have some daddy-daughter time before your big party.” Titus grabbed Eleanor as she cuddled onto him. Her little ginger curls flattened as she rested her head on him. She was very much a daddy’s girl, and who could blame her? Titus would do anything for his little princess.
When she was around 4 years old, you had to remind Titus that Eleanor needed to socialize with kids her own age and a little older to develop good relationships and social skills. Titus was a little picky with who his daughter played with, but that was to be expected. It was mainly frequent rich families kids that he knew wouldn’t try anything.
Until one day, some rich kid who briefly visited with his parents due to his school record being poor but recently was acting ‘accordingly’ came down by the pool. He was looking around, mainly trying to find an easy target and immediately noticed your daughter’s bright red hair as she was colouring on the tables near the pool. She had her little hat on, sunglasses on the table, little legs kicking around. The kid walked over to her and immediately started to call her names about her hair colour. Eleanor frowned, her eyes filling with tears as she jumped off her chair and ran inside, looking for you, Titus or even Ursula.
The staff member that was supposed to be watching your daughter noticed that she had disappeared. They looked around the resort for her, but another member of staff had taken her to Titus immediately. She ran into her daddy’s arms as he looked at her. You both were completely shocked at her tears as she was happily colouring and had someone watching her.
“What’s wrong princess? Tell daddy. You know daddy can fix anything.” There was an edge to his voice as he said the word ‘fix’ as you knew what that meant. You gently hit his arm as you gave him that look of ‘murder isn’t always the solution.. sometimes’
Your little baby’s voice wobbled as she looked at her daddy, her hat almost falling off.
“A v-very m-mean boy.. c-called me c-carrot head.” Eleanor buried her head into Titus’s neck as she sobbed. Titus was beyond furious, who dared someone call his little girl a carrot head.
The three of you went back to the pool so she could point out the boy who picked on her. He had made it onto a new target, proceeding to dunk another poor kid under the water. You had to stop Titus from marching himself over and dunking that bastard kid underwater himself. You made him take a seat with Eleanor to try and calm her and (himself) down. Fortunately for the kid, you had a lighter approach.
You walked over to the kid and asked him if he picked on your little girl, pointing to your baby and your husband. He immediately deflected and said no. You asked him again, your voice became more pronounced and he again said no and told you ‘get lost lady’ splashing you with the pool water. Titus saw everything, his anger was growing more by the second, Eleanor was gently calming down from her tears as Titus whispered that her hair was beautiful and just like his when he was younger.
After the kid splashed you, he swam away, looking back to see if you were still looking at him. You had already begun walking back to Titus and explained what happened.
“I am going to find Ursula to see if we can find the parents of that kid. He clearly needs to be taught better values than to mess with the Danforth family”
Titus kept an eagle eye on the kid. “Oh. Trust me. I have more than enough values to teach.”
“Titus, that’s a kid.” You sighed. You loved your husband dearly, but sometimes you did get annoyed by his actions when it came to wanting to handle problematic people with violence.
“Stay with Eleanor.. I am going to find Ursula and sort this out. The non-violent way.” Titus looked annoyed, then opened his mouth to speak. You pointed your finger at him, Eleanor looked up at her daddy’s little pout and giggled.
“Naughty daddy..” She giggled more as Titus looked like a scolded puppy.
“You laughing at daddy getting told off by mummy?”He said as he kissed her hair, as she nodded. You smiled, kissing both Titus then your Eleanor’s forehead.
After around 5 minutes, you found the parents of that kid. You told them what their boy said to your daughter and how he was very disrespectful to you. They were both mortified, all colour drained. They apologized on their son’s behalf multiple times on the way back to the pool.
“Oh, your apology means nothing to me. It’s your son’s fault. He made our child cry about something she couldn’t change. Her father is very angry.”
The boy’s family noticed Titus and your little girl at the table. She had her little sunglasses back to help her sensitive eyes from crying. Ursula walked over to the staff who was supposed to be watching her niece, giving them a good talking in private.
Once Ursula returned, you told her to take Eleanor for some ice cream. She smiled big at the thought of ice cream and spending time with her auntie. She reached up to Ursula, wrapping her arms around her neck. Ursula began to walk away to the kitchens as you heard them both talk about what ice cream she wanted.
You had turned to the family with your back to Titus. Oh, you knew Titus loved this as much as you did. They looked completely shit scared just by Titus glaring at them. You gently sat yourself on Titus’s lap, hand playing with his curls.
“Did you know that our daughter’s beautiful red hair is from Titus himself?“ You prompted to the couple, they both shook their heads as you continued. “When Titus was younger.. he had the most gorgeous red hair. I’ve only seen it in photos…” You sighed, as you continued to play with your husband’s curls at the back of his neck.
The father pleaded to you both. “Mr and Mrs Danforth, we are both extremely and deeply sorry that our son called your daughter names about her gorgeous hair. We are extremely-“
Titus lifted his hand up to silent the man from speaking. He had heard enough, the tone of his voice and pitch annoyed him. God, this man was pathetic. The wife had grabbed her son and scolded him. You and Titus saw that the kid looked like he didn’t care. That’s what made you make your last decision final.
“You’re banned for the Danforth Estate. If you have any share holders with us? Gone. You see, we don’t appreciate bullies.. of any kind. Doesn’t matter what age. A bully is a bully.”
The husband looked shocked, and the wife began to cry. Their family was one of the monthly regulars. You and Titus couldn’t care less. Their son made your beautiful baby cry.
“Cry me a river.. go. Pack your shit and get the fuck out.” You scoffed, as the husband looked like he was going to defend his wife but Titus grip got heavier on your hip.
“Don’t. My wife’s word is final. Get the fuck out…” He said with a low rumble in his throat. Fuck, you loved it when he got overly protective of you. It made your thighs push together gently as you turned to look at him.
“I would do as my husband says or I may let him approach this.. his way and we wouldn’t want that.”
You kept eye contact with Titus as you warned the family. You saw his tongue gently dart across his lips as the family accepted their offer of leaving. Unharmed. You could hear the woman screaming at her husband and child for both being idiots.
“See? My plan worked perfectly. Save all of your energy for the hunt next week.. I heard it’s gonna be a pretty big one..” You gently kissed his lips, coming off his lap.
“Let’s go back to our room.. I saw the way your thighs squeezed together. Want some help.. bunny?”
