Loving Her(83)

I looked down at the necklace that he’d given me when I was a little girl. I’d had to get a new chain for it to fit my neck, but I’d never gotten rid of something so special to me. “Dad, don’t get all emotional on me today. I don’t want my makeup to run.”

He hugged me anyway. “I’m the happiest father alive, right now.”

I smiled and looked up into his tear-filled eyes. “I love you, dad, but if my boyfriend sees you, he’s going to think you’re a softy.”

My dad wiped his eyes and put on a tough face. I spotted the rest of the clan heading in our direction. He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll still kick that boys ass, crying or not.”

I gave him a funny look and shoved him gently. “You do know I’m going away to college with him. What are you going to do this fall?”

“Go to college with you, of course.”

“Dad.”

“Ok, fine. If you break up with him now, I won’t have to break his legs before August. The choice is yours.”

I put my hands on my hips, knowing there was no reasoning when it came to my dad and my boyfriend. In his eyes, no man would ever be good enough for me. I loved him for that. “I will call you every day and come home on the weekends.”

My poor dad had the worst time accepting that I was grown up. If he had his choice, he’d lock me in a tower and throw away the key, just so I couldn’t leave the farm. “I’m going to miss you, Iz. You’re always going to be my little girl, no matter how old you are.”

I hugged him again and whispered in his ear right before the family was upon us. “And you’ll always be my daddy.”



The End.