Daddy's Little Princess

“Where are you taking me?” laughs Eva, as Oliver continued to drive out of town. He was taking her to an Thai restaurant, as Oliver had listened when she mentioned that it was her favourite food. Oliver could just about afford the dinner, but he didn’t really care as Eva was all that mattered, for now.

As they pulled up at the restaurant, Oliver felt nervous as Eva got out the car. Her long, tanned legs showed nicely. He wondered if she had it done at a salon, as in Britain, the whole time you can even tan slightly, is if you burn yourself first and even then, you still look like a tomato.

“Ah, Oliver….you remembered?” Eva says, seeing where they were. Oliver smiled, smugly and nodded.

“I do happen to listen.” he teases and Eva grins.

“Shall we?” Oliver offers, and Eva took his offering hand, and they both walked into the place, which smelled of wonderful aromas.

Oliver booked them in, as he made reservations and they took there seats and this is where the rather, romantic date began.

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The wind bustled gently, as Oliver and Eva held hands. The comfortable silence between them was only disturbed by Eva’s clicking heels and the wind blowing against them. Oliver was pleased with himself, the date was a huge success and better yet, they connected. It was odd how well they got on, they had similar music taste, yet completely different film taste which they playfully argued about until dessert. They explained about family, Oliver was sparse about his which Eva kindly understood.

Eva’s mother and father were still married, she had one sister and had a pet dog, a Charles Spaniel called Monty. She is very close with her sister, and hates fighting with her. She hopes to marry someday.

Oliver’s parents are divorced, an only child, no pets but one, unplanned child and doesn’t intend on marrying, until he has found the right person for himself, and Francesca.
Complete opposites, yet matched perfectly.

“I had a good time tonight, Ollie.” Eva says happily, interrupting their silence. The dark night surrounded them, the moon was out and the stars were actually making an appearance.

“Me too, but I still think that I have better taste in films.” He teases, playfully bumping shoulders. Eva smiles widely.

“Tell me about Francesca…” Eva says, after another few minutes of silence. Eva was an odd girl, instead of being repulsed at Oliver for having a child, and supporting her alone and wanting nothing to do with Oliver and his already made family. She was thoughtful about it, and was genuinely interested, something Oliver found very hard to understand.

“What you want to know?” Oliver asks, wishing they didn’t have to talk about his little girl, just for one night.

“How do you cope? I mean, like…You’re 20 right?” Eva asks suddenly.

Oliver, smiles amused. “Yes, I’m 20.” he confirms.

“Don’t you miss being able to be…20?” Eva asks, confusing herself yet Oliver understood perfectly.

“Yeah, I do. I never got to be a teenager.” Oliver admits. Eva couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him.

“What did you miss the most?” Eva asks, interested.

“Hmm, I have to say meeting the girls. It’s hard to be able to socialize with girls my age, when Frankie wants all the attention.” Oliver says simply, his hand grasping slightly tighter on Eva.

“Why did you keep her, why not give her up?” Eva asks, feeling harsh for asking but her curiosity was too much, and her bluntness but Oliver appreciated her, now sugar coating it.

“My girlfriend didn’t want to abort, adoption seemed out of the question…so we decided to keep her, despite the consequences.” Oliver says, realizing how foolish he had been. Not that he didn’t love Francesca, if only he’d known the future. If only he had known that he wouldn’t be able to give his daughter, every she needs. Most importantly, a mother.

“But even after her mother left, why did you decide to raise her alone? It must have been hard.” Eva says softly, coming to halt in front of a large block of flats. This was her stop.

Oliver kept their hands joined, and with slight thinking he replied “Because I looked in her eyes, I looked in Francesca’s eyes when she was first born, and I fell in love with her the second I laid eyes on hers. I knew I couldn’t give her up, even if I wanted too. It was hard, but most days, I’m glad I didn’t give her up. Most days.” Oliver says honestly, and Eva felt a lump in her throat and busy thoughts of confusion, as why a girl who claimed to be so ‘madly in love’ with Oliver, would give Oliver up? He was a sweet, thoughtful, funny, gorgeous guy yet, that girl chose to walk away.

In a way, Eva was glad as now she found Oliver and she hoped to see much more of him. Much more of him indeed.

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“Oliver!” shrieks Eva, as Oliver playfully picked up his new ‘girlfriend’ up from behind, his arms around her slim waist, spinning her around as they relaxed in the park.

Oliver and Eva had been dating a week, but it was a very connecting week. There first kiss had been on the second day, Oliver and Eva met up again after Oliver had finished work, they went to a bar and had a quick drink, Jamie offered to baby sit Francesca again. Such a good friend, isn’t he?

Oliver walked Eva home again, and went to kiss her cheek, yet Eva purposely moved and their lips caught each other, a sweet, romantic moment between them that hopefully would be remembered. After their first ‘accidental’ kiss, a full, passionate kiss followed and ever since they haven’t managed to keep their hands off each other. Oliver was elated, full of thrill and excitement. He still had responsibilities but it didn’t feel such a bore anymore. It didn’t feel so suffocating. In fact, the improvement in his romance life had took a great advantage on his relationship with his daughter, Oliver was getting more involved doing activities together such as colouring, arts and crafts, cooking, playing board games and playing imaginary games.

It was unbelievable how much he hand changed, his daughter Francesca had noticed definitely and she persisted on asking Jamie, why Daddy was so happy. Although he didn’t have as much time with Francesca, Oliver seem to be enjoying being a father more. He was happier, enough said.

It had been 7 days since their first kiss, and the romance was still blossoming. Oliver was contemplating on introducing Eva to Francesca, properly today after their romantic stroll. Oliver had never, ever done that before. He had been big in the dating game, in fact since his daughter was born, his romance and sexual life had been close to zero. But not exactly zero, Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in sleeping with Eva and not in a sleeping way…

It wasn’t till a couple of days later, and Oliver found himself telling Jamie to allow Francesca to sleep over at Jamie’s house for the night, in case anything happened. Jamie was surprised, and Francesca was furious.

“I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP AT JAMIE’S HOUSE!” she screams, this argument was occurring outside of Jamie’s flat, and people that were passing were staring as if Oliver was a paedophile.

“You love Uncle Jamie, Frankie.” Oliver tells her gently, Francesca decided at that moment that she didn’t love Uncle Jamie that much, if it meant that she had to sleep over. It’s not that she didn’t love Uncle Jamie, she did love him. Much so.

Just, Jamie couldn’t put her to bed as Daddy could. Uncle Jamie didn’t do the best cuddles, or kisses or the singing….he didn’t do any of those things as well as Daddy did. As Daddy was Francesca’s favourite person in the whole, entire world.

“Please, Daddy…I want to go home now!” Francesca demands. Oliver almost did, he almost turned around and would cancel his late night date with Eva, he would go home, put on his old clothes, curl up with Francesca on her little girl sized bed, allowing one cup of hot chocolate before having to brush her teeth, read a fairy princess story and sing a song, tuck her in and watch television for the remaining of the night. He would do all of that, if he hadn’t been feeling selfish.

He hadn’t felt selfish in so long, he had nearly forgotten what it was like to feel selfish, to want something so bad, that you would do anything. Even if it was putting your own happiness, in front of your daughters which was a big No-No in Oliver’s fatherhood book and in Francesca’s book too.

“It’s just one night Princess.” Oliver says gently, wanting to hit himself for saying it. Francesca pouts, her eyes brimming with crocodile tears.

“Daddy…” she squeaks, but it was too late. Jamie had opened the door, and ushered them in. He told Oliver exactly what the plan was, to allow Francesca to watch an hour of television or to play…then at 8, she was to put to bed, her teeth brushed and her pyjamas on. She was to have on story only, and a song only if she won’t settle. She must have the door ajar, with the hall light on and Jamie must keep his door open in case of emergencies. Jamie must answer his phone at all times, and if necessary, Francesca can ask to speak to Oliver.

After confirming the plan, Oliver squatted in front of his sulking daughter, who glared at the floor.

“Don’t go.” she begs and Oliver’s heart almost broke into two, then shattered in tiny little pieces. Her voice of desperation was almost enough to persaude Oliver to change his mind. But his greed, his selfish greed to have Eva for the night, the whole entire night. It seemed too great to miss, as Oliver kissed Francesca’s head.

“I love you, Princess.” he murmurs, hugging her warm, shaky body. Francesca clung to him, trying to the ‘refusing to let go’ tactic. It didn’t work, as Oliver, with Jamie’s aid pried the little, screaming girl off.

“DADDY DON’T GO!” She screams, begging, on her knees, her face contorted in what looked agony, bright red and tears streamed down her face. It was a big tantrum, Oliver had to admit. He never done this before and he wasn’t sure if he could survive it without therapy.

“It’s only one night.” Jamie soothes, hugging the little girl who he had been caring for a lot lately. Jamie glanced at Oliver, who was on the brink of cancelling everything.

“Go, go..” Jamie tells him urgently, with a last kiss Oliver gently walks out, while Jamie held a dramatic, screaming Francesca back.

“DADDY!” was the last thing Oliver heard, as he shut the door behind him. Her screams could still be heard, as Oliver slowly made his way down the stairs, feeling like a bloody murderer.

He felt ashamed, and appalled by his actions.

When he reached Eva’s flat, a bigger flat which she shared with a close friend. Oliver hadn’t been in it. Nor was it the time too, as Eva met him the reception.

“You okay?” Eva asks concerned, seeing Oliver’s glum face. Oliver couldn’t reply properly.

“I feel like a murderer…” he croaks, sadly. He couldn’t get the picture of his daughter’s screaming face.

“What happened?” Eva asks alarmed.

“I’ve left Frankie at Jamie’s for the night…and she didn’t want to go.” Oliver explains as he held the door open for Eva. His father always told him to be the gentleman.

“Aw, bless. How come she’s stopping at Jamie’s?” Eva asks curiously, feeling sympathy for the poor little girl.

Oliver felt alarmed, he didn’t want to suggest anything in case he was immediately shot down or and if, Eva was offended.

“I wanted you for the whole night, I just…I wanted to be able to stay longer with you.” Oliver says, somewhat honestly.

Eva smiles knowingly, she wouldn’t entirely deny the same feelings. It’s been a while for her, since a year ago she got out of a fairly serious relationship but she knew deep down, it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t exciting or thoughtful enough, not like Oliver.

Oliver mimics the smile. “You can have me Oliver, for the whole night.” Eva whispers softly in his ear, and kissed below his ear. Oliver couldn’t help but want to rush the night till the end, but he knew he shouldn’t think like that. Instead, they took there time. Enjoying the film that they planned to see, a late night bite to eat, a couple of drinks and they found themselves walking back to the flat.

Oliver’s flat.

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Their kisses were rushed, heated and passionate. There was nothing holding them back now, nothing. Especially for Oliver, who for once in 4 years had nothing to worry about.

For one night, if it may only be tonight. Oliver would be 20 years old, he would be his age and act his age. He would be, what he should have been. A boyfriend, without a kid to worry about.

Oliver was going to think of nothing else, just the amazing girl at the end of his lips, the one who was smiling excitingly at him, the girl who was genuinely happy to be with him. The girl, who hopefully wouldn’t leave him.

The kisses got more and more urgent and Oliver found himself, pressing Eva up again his bedroom door, their shoes discarded, their hands fumbling over each other.

“You sure?” Oliver gasps, as Eva nibbles his ear lobe.

“Yes Oliver, I’m sure.” she says, touched that he had asked. Without a second thought, clothes were ripped off and Eva was carried to the bed, and Oliver was straddling her, kissing her feverishly.

Eva’s hands roamed Oliver’s, now bare chest, well toned body. More clothes were dismissed to the floor, pillows were tossed to the floor, and soon enough, the main event began.

Moaning, gasping, and pleasure between them, Oliver couldn’t have been more content as he held a woman close to him, a woman who wanted him, that’s all Oliver really wanted.

To be wanted, by a woman his own age.