Sweet Caroline, 1
Sweet Caroline
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy's daughter Anna is growing up and he can't stand it. She's beautiful, smart, and a sneaky little shit, in his opinion. When Tommy gets nervous around one of Monte's friends, Anna's determined to make sure her dad gets a happily ever after... even if it takes some work.
Disclaimer: Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note: If you can see this, you are a lucky girl! Only a very few people are on the filter to see my super sneak preview!!! Several people asked for this and HERE IT IS!
Tommy was half asleep on the counter when a catalog slammed down beside his head, startling him so bad he fell off his stool with an unmanly scream. He looked around, clutching his chest, only to glare when he saw the man beside him. “Monte!” he whined, standing up. He yawned. “Fuck, trying to kill me?” he demanded.
“Rough night?” Monte asked, and Tommy groaned. “Was Delta over? Or is it Darla?” he asked.
Tommy sighed. “It’s Delmy, and no, we’re done,” he said. He snorted out sad laughter. “Besides, she never had a chance to tire me out,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Six freaking months and not a single bit of anything resembling sex,” he said, shaking his head. “When did this happen to me, Monte? When did I become some celibate old man?” he asked, huffing.
“Oh, about twelve years ago?” he asked, smiling.
Tommy shook his head, smiling. “Not exactly, but close enough,” he said.
“Anna giving you problems?” he asked.
Tommy whined. “No, she’s as perfect as ever,” he said, then sighed. “But she’s driving me insane! I’m going to end up either keeling over from a stroke or being committed, I’m positive!” he said.
“Uh-oh, what now?” Monte asked.
Tommy groaned. “Well it all started with her and her little buddy getting in the car going on about ‘he’s so hot!’ talking about that fucking Beaver kid, or whatever his name is,” he said. “She’s ELEVEN! Why the hell does she think ANYBODY is hot?!” he whined. “And then! Oh God, we were shopping and she needed some new bras,” he cringed. “That in and of itself is enough to make me have a nervous breakdown,” he said. “But then she kept wanting to buy these fucking padded bras!” he hissed. “Apparently, all her friends have been buying this one brand that only makes padded and push up bras, and she just needs the same brand as her friends, and when I told her no way in hell was I buying her a padded bra, she got pissy,” he said.
“Well, she’s nearly a teenager!” Monte said. “The other girls are all older so they have boobs already,” he said.
Tommy cringed. “Letting her skip that grade seemed so good when I thought of college applications in the future, but having her in with thirteen year olds is breaking my brain,” he said. “Then to make her stop being pissy about only buying her sports bras, I asked what she wanted for her birthday and she said she wants helix piercings,” he said, groaning. “And I tried to explain that even if I’m there and say it’s okay, it’s against the law to pierce cartilage on anybody under thirteen,” he said.
Monte chuckled. “She didn’t like that, did she?” he asked.
Tommy whined. “She just blew up! She started on my tattoos and piercings and called me a hypocrite and I couldn’t make her understand that just because I had illegal piercings and tattoos as a teenager, it doesn’t mean it’s okay,” he said. “Hell, NOTHING I ever did as a teenager is okay for her… EVER!” he cried frantically. He collapsed to the counter, whining. “Make it stop,” he begged.
“Hey, I’m just glad mine are still little,” Monte said with a laugh. “She’s growing up, Tommy. I know you hate it, but it happens,” he said. “She’s going to be twelve soon. That’s where they start to figure themselves out. I’m sure you remember being twelve,” he explained.
Tommy groaned. “I remember wanting to be cool so I figured out how to get in with the fourteen year olds and smoke pot behind the school,” he said. “HELL no!”
Monte chuckled. “Well, maybe not at twelve, but most kids do at least try it,” he said.
“No, because baby daughters DO NOT smoke pot!” Tommy argued. “And they don’t wear padded bras, and they don’t think boys are ‘hot’, and they don’t get illegal piercings and tattoos, and they don’t drink or sneak out or break curfew! Baby daughters do their school work, get good grades, get into good colleges, and grow up to be doctors and make daddies proud!” he said.
Monte chuckled. “Well, I can see Anna being a good kid, so maybe you’ll get lucky with her, but think about it, Tommy. All the girls you went to school with and all the women you’ve been with are somebody’s ‘baby daughter’,” he said. “They all had daddies too.”
Tommy bit his lip. “Well,” he said with finality. “I know exactly what kind of boys to look out for… short, tattooed, loud mouthed musicians,” he said, nodding as he pursed his lips.
Monte laughed. “Exactly,” he said with a smile. “So, what happened with Daphne?” he asked.
Tommy snickered. “Delmy,” he said, then shook his head, shrugging. “I don’t know. She just… got tired of it all,” he said. “Anna wasn’t terribly fond of her and I don’t think Delmy exactly adored her either. And I blew her off for Anna more than once, and I just don’t think she was cut out for dating a dad,” he said, shrugging. “It’s not such a big deal though. I mean… I don’t know why I even bothered,” he said. “She’s the only girlfriend I’ve had more than a few dates with. Hell, I haven’t had sex in the past seven years,” he said dramatically. “I don’t know if I even remember how to have a ‘serious’ relationship with a girl,” he said pointedly.
Monte laughed. “You poor dude. It’s amazing you haven’t died yet,” he said.
Tommy just chuckled. “Eh, I’m a single father. Even if it sucks to be single for so long, I think my priorities are pretty spot on,” he said.
Monte just nodded. “Your kids come first, that’s just how it is to be a dad,” he said, patting Tommy’s shoulder as he walked towards the back door, leaving Tommy to sit and doze off again.
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Tommy was just ringing up a customer who was getting their son a guitar for his birthday when the bell over the door rang. “Dad! Daddy, my teacher wants to see you tonight at seven!”
Tommy looked up and groaned. “What did you do?” he demanded, then smiled. “Hey, Mia, I thought my mom was getting her,” he said, leaning over the counter to kiss her cheek.
“All I did was tell him he’s wrong!” Anna said. “He was teaching it wrong so I told him,” she said with wide, innocent eyes.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. “How did you tell him?” he asked.
She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes. “I might have said he got his degree out of a cereal box,” she said, then jumped up on the counter to hug Tommy around the neck.
He groaned, but hugged her, pulling her back behind it. “Annnnaaaaa!” he whined. “Just because you’re smarter than them doesn’t mean you can be a smart ass to them!” he said. He smiled and kissed her head. “I don’t know where the hell you got so smart,” he said, then turned her around. “Homework,” he said, smacking her on the butt as to get her walking.
“Dad!” she cried, glaring over her shoulder as she walked to the back room.
Mia laughed. “Just like her dad,” she said, and Tommy groaned, letting his head drop to the counter. “So, she told me you won’t let her pierce her helix,” she said.
“Mia, it’s illegal on kids under thirteen! And I’m not just getting a random dude to come pierce my daughter’s ears,” he said.
“Says the human pin cushion,” she said, then laughed. “Tommy, she’s your daughter, what do you expect?” she asked.
Tommy sighed. “Not fighting about illegal piercing,” he said with a groan. “She can just wait. For her thirteenth birthday, I’ll take her to get them done. But I’m not doing it,” he said.
“Imagine how your parents felt,” she said, and he groaned.
“My parents are saints for putting up with me. It is really different looking at it from the other side, I guess,” he said. “At least she’s smarter than I was,” he said.
Mia snickered. “She’s smarter than you now!” she teased. “She said to tell you I bought her a new bra,” she said, and he glared. “I didn’t, but I think she wanted you to freak out on me,” she said. “She’s just as much of a little shit as you are when she wants to be.”
“I know, I’m waiting for her to start putting gross shit in my bed during the night, and mean pranks like that,” he said, then smiled. “Although I have to say, as long as she’s staying out of trouble and making good grades, I’ll help her put a dead rat in the neighbors mailbox or something,” he said, grinning.
Mia rolled her eyes. “And you wonder why she is the way she is,” she said pointedly.
“Mia!” Monte walked out. “I guess that means the midget is here?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.
“In the back doing her homework,” he said. “She’s such a shit,” he said, snickering as he shook his head.
“Uh-oh,” Monte said.
Mia snickered. “She got herself a parent-teacher conference because she told the teacher he must’ve gotten his degree from a cereal box, since he was teaching something wrong,” she said, and Monte laughed.
“She’s too smart,” he said, shaking his head. “Mia, are you coming to the show tonight?” he asked.
She nodded. “Tommy was supposed to take me, but dumb shit has to go to that parent-teacher meeting now,” she said.
Monte shook his head. “Good job dumb shit,” he said.
Tommy huffed. “Hey, how’s it my fault?” he asked.
“You made her this way, she’s just taking after you!” Monte said. “Now you don’t get to see me playing with my new band,” he said.
Tommy shrugged. “I’ll see you some other time,” he said. “I’ll meet all your dudes later,” he said.
Mia smiled. “I’m looking forward to it. I hear your singer is a professional,” she said, and Monte nodded.
“Yeah, I’ve known him for a while, he’s come in a few times in the past. He’s was touring in Europe for a little while, but now that he’s back here he’s really into it, you know?” he said.
“Touring?” Tommy asked.
“Musical theater,” Monte said. “He’s amazing, dude. Seriously. You have to hear it to understand the meaning of WOW,” he said. “If he sent a demo to record companies, they would be fighting over him, I swear to God,” he said.
Tommy smiled. “Sweet. I’ll hear you guys next time then,” he said, nodding. “Mia is she supposed to come to this thing with her teacher or just me?” he asked.
Mia shrugged. “Probably just you, but it wouldn’t hurt to take her in case,” she said.
Tommy nodded, eying his watch. “Alright, we’re out. Traffic will suck,” he said. “ANNA!” he called. “Come on, let’s go get this over with.”
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Tommy felt like the kid in trouble as he sat in a chair in front of the headmistress’s desk while Anna’s English teacher stood off to the side. “Mr. Ratliff, we’re concerned with Anna’s attitude,” she said.
Tommy frowned. “What do you mean? Anna’s never given me any problems,” he said.
She looked him over with a look of disdain. “She corrects teachers, she interrupts class, and she has been told off several times for telling other students-“ she paused and made a face. “Well, frankly, she tells them to kiss a certain part of her anatomy,” she said, and Tommy had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from giggling.
“Well, I knew about that one. The older kids pick on her so I told her to just tell them to fuck off,” he said, shrugging.
“Mr. Ratliff,” she snapped, and he ducked his head, once again feeling like the kid in trouble. “There’s still the issue of her interrupting class,” she said.
“What’s she doing?” he asked with a frown.
The teacher spoke up. “She corrected me in front of my class!” he said. “And I’m not the only one! She’s disruptive!”
Tommy bit his lip to keep from smirking. “Was she right?” he asked, and the man’s neck and face colored.
“It doesn’t matter whether or not she’s correct,” the headmistress spoke up. “And when students ask questions, she answers rather than letting their teacher!” she said.
Tommy just shot them both looks. He stood up. “Look, do whatever you want, give her detention or whatever, but I don’t see a problem with my daughter, I see a problem with your teachers,” he said. “Just because she’s smarter than the teachers and wants to help her classmates by answering their questions with correct answers isn’t a problem in my views. I’m sorry if you disagree, but I’m not going to tell her to stop,” he said. “You can, but I’m not. She’s amazingly smart and that is all that matters to me,” he said, waving to them as he walked out.
“How did it go?” Anna asked, standing up from the chair in the hall.
Tommy snickered. “I think I got you in more trouble, kid, sorry,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I told them I didn’t see a problem in what you were doing and told them that I told you to do the whole ‘kiss my ass’ thing,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks Dad.” She looked at him and snickered. “How red did Mr. Markowitz’s face get?” she asked, and he grinned.
“Like a tomato,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
On the way to the car she turned to Tommy. “Daddy, can we get tacos?” she asked hopefully.
Tommy grinned as he pulled on his sunglasses. “When do I ever say no to tacos?” he asked, earning a shrug.
“Good point, Dad.”
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy's daughter Anna is growing up and he can't stand it. She's beautiful, smart, and a sneaky little shit, in his opinion. When Tommy gets nervous around one of Monte's friends, Anna's determined to make sure her dad gets a happily ever after... even if it takes some work.
Disclaimer: Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note: If you can see this, you are a lucky girl! Only a very few people are on the filter to see my super sneak preview!!! Several people asked for this and HERE IT IS!
Tommy was half asleep on the counter when a catalog slammed down beside his head, startling him so bad he fell off his stool with an unmanly scream. He looked around, clutching his chest, only to glare when he saw the man beside him. “Monte!” he whined, standing up. He yawned. “Fuck, trying to kill me?” he demanded.
“Rough night?” Monte asked, and Tommy groaned. “Was Delta over? Or is it Darla?” he asked.
Tommy sighed. “It’s Delmy, and no, we’re done,” he said. He snorted out sad laughter. “Besides, she never had a chance to tire me out,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Six freaking months and not a single bit of anything resembling sex,” he said, shaking his head. “When did this happen to me, Monte? When did I become some celibate old man?” he asked, huffing.
“Oh, about twelve years ago?” he asked, smiling.
Tommy shook his head, smiling. “Not exactly, but close enough,” he said.
“Anna giving you problems?” he asked.
Tommy whined. “No, she’s as perfect as ever,” he said, then sighed. “But she’s driving me insane! I’m going to end up either keeling over from a stroke or being committed, I’m positive!” he said.
“Uh-oh, what now?” Monte asked.
Tommy groaned. “Well it all started with her and her little buddy getting in the car going on about ‘he’s so hot!’ talking about that fucking Beaver kid, or whatever his name is,” he said. “She’s ELEVEN! Why the hell does she think ANYBODY is hot?!” he whined. “And then! Oh God, we were shopping and she needed some new bras,” he cringed. “That in and of itself is enough to make me have a nervous breakdown,” he said. “But then she kept wanting to buy these fucking padded bras!” he hissed. “Apparently, all her friends have been buying this one brand that only makes padded and push up bras, and she just needs the same brand as her friends, and when I told her no way in hell was I buying her a padded bra, she got pissy,” he said.
“Well, she’s nearly a teenager!” Monte said. “The other girls are all older so they have boobs already,” he said.
Tommy cringed. “Letting her skip that grade seemed so good when I thought of college applications in the future, but having her in with thirteen year olds is breaking my brain,” he said. “Then to make her stop being pissy about only buying her sports bras, I asked what she wanted for her birthday and she said she wants helix piercings,” he said, groaning. “And I tried to explain that even if I’m there and say it’s okay, it’s against the law to pierce cartilage on anybody under thirteen,” he said.
Monte chuckled. “She didn’t like that, did she?” he asked.
Tommy whined. “She just blew up! She started on my tattoos and piercings and called me a hypocrite and I couldn’t make her understand that just because I had illegal piercings and tattoos as a teenager, it doesn’t mean it’s okay,” he said. “Hell, NOTHING I ever did as a teenager is okay for her… EVER!” he cried frantically. He collapsed to the counter, whining. “Make it stop,” he begged.
“Hey, I’m just glad mine are still little,” Monte said with a laugh. “She’s growing up, Tommy. I know you hate it, but it happens,” he said. “She’s going to be twelve soon. That’s where they start to figure themselves out. I’m sure you remember being twelve,” he explained.
Tommy groaned. “I remember wanting to be cool so I figured out how to get in with the fourteen year olds and smoke pot behind the school,” he said. “HELL no!”
Monte chuckled. “Well, maybe not at twelve, but most kids do at least try it,” he said.
“No, because baby daughters DO NOT smoke pot!” Tommy argued. “And they don’t wear padded bras, and they don’t think boys are ‘hot’, and they don’t get illegal piercings and tattoos, and they don’t drink or sneak out or break curfew! Baby daughters do their school work, get good grades, get into good colleges, and grow up to be doctors and make daddies proud!” he said.
Monte chuckled. “Well, I can see Anna being a good kid, so maybe you’ll get lucky with her, but think about it, Tommy. All the girls you went to school with and all the women you’ve been with are somebody’s ‘baby daughter’,” he said. “They all had daddies too.”
Tommy bit his lip. “Well,” he said with finality. “I know exactly what kind of boys to look out for… short, tattooed, loud mouthed musicians,” he said, nodding as he pursed his lips.
Monte laughed. “Exactly,” he said with a smile. “So, what happened with Daphne?” he asked.
Tommy snickered. “Delmy,” he said, then shook his head, shrugging. “I don’t know. She just… got tired of it all,” he said. “Anna wasn’t terribly fond of her and I don’t think Delmy exactly adored her either. And I blew her off for Anna more than once, and I just don’t think she was cut out for dating a dad,” he said, shrugging. “It’s not such a big deal though. I mean… I don’t know why I even bothered,” he said. “She’s the only girlfriend I’ve had more than a few dates with. Hell, I haven’t had sex in the past seven years,” he said dramatically. “I don’t know if I even remember how to have a ‘serious’ relationship with a girl,” he said pointedly.
Monte laughed. “You poor dude. It’s amazing you haven’t died yet,” he said.
Tommy just chuckled. “Eh, I’m a single father. Even if it sucks to be single for so long, I think my priorities are pretty spot on,” he said.
Monte just nodded. “Your kids come first, that’s just how it is to be a dad,” he said, patting Tommy’s shoulder as he walked towards the back door, leaving Tommy to sit and doze off again.
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Tommy was just ringing up a customer who was getting their son a guitar for his birthday when the bell over the door rang. “Dad! Daddy, my teacher wants to see you tonight at seven!”
Tommy looked up and groaned. “What did you do?” he demanded, then smiled. “Hey, Mia, I thought my mom was getting her,” he said, leaning over the counter to kiss her cheek.
“All I did was tell him he’s wrong!” Anna said. “He was teaching it wrong so I told him,” she said with wide, innocent eyes.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. “How did you tell him?” he asked.
She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes. “I might have said he got his degree out of a cereal box,” she said, then jumped up on the counter to hug Tommy around the neck.
He groaned, but hugged her, pulling her back behind it. “Annnnaaaaa!” he whined. “Just because you’re smarter than them doesn’t mean you can be a smart ass to them!” he said. He smiled and kissed her head. “I don’t know where the hell you got so smart,” he said, then turned her around. “Homework,” he said, smacking her on the butt as to get her walking.
“Dad!” she cried, glaring over her shoulder as she walked to the back room.
Mia laughed. “Just like her dad,” she said, and Tommy groaned, letting his head drop to the counter. “So, she told me you won’t let her pierce her helix,” she said.
“Mia, it’s illegal on kids under thirteen! And I’m not just getting a random dude to come pierce my daughter’s ears,” he said.
“Says the human pin cushion,” she said, then laughed. “Tommy, she’s your daughter, what do you expect?” she asked.
Tommy sighed. “Not fighting about illegal piercing,” he said with a groan. “She can just wait. For her thirteenth birthday, I’ll take her to get them done. But I’m not doing it,” he said.
“Imagine how your parents felt,” she said, and he groaned.
“My parents are saints for putting up with me. It is really different looking at it from the other side, I guess,” he said. “At least she’s smarter than I was,” he said.
Mia snickered. “She’s smarter than you now!” she teased. “She said to tell you I bought her a new bra,” she said, and he glared. “I didn’t, but I think she wanted you to freak out on me,” she said. “She’s just as much of a little shit as you are when she wants to be.”
“I know, I’m waiting for her to start putting gross shit in my bed during the night, and mean pranks like that,” he said, then smiled. “Although I have to say, as long as she’s staying out of trouble and making good grades, I’ll help her put a dead rat in the neighbors mailbox or something,” he said, grinning.
Mia rolled her eyes. “And you wonder why she is the way she is,” she said pointedly.
“Mia!” Monte walked out. “I guess that means the midget is here?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.
“In the back doing her homework,” he said. “She’s such a shit,” he said, snickering as he shook his head.
“Uh-oh,” Monte said.
Mia snickered. “She got herself a parent-teacher conference because she told the teacher he must’ve gotten his degree from a cereal box, since he was teaching something wrong,” she said, and Monte laughed.
“She’s too smart,” he said, shaking his head. “Mia, are you coming to the show tonight?” he asked.
She nodded. “Tommy was supposed to take me, but dumb shit has to go to that parent-teacher meeting now,” she said.
Monte shook his head. “Good job dumb shit,” he said.
Tommy huffed. “Hey, how’s it my fault?” he asked.
“You made her this way, she’s just taking after you!” Monte said. “Now you don’t get to see me playing with my new band,” he said.
Tommy shrugged. “I’ll see you some other time,” he said. “I’ll meet all your dudes later,” he said.
Mia smiled. “I’m looking forward to it. I hear your singer is a professional,” she said, and Monte nodded.
“Yeah, I’ve known him for a while, he’s come in a few times in the past. He’s was touring in Europe for a little while, but now that he’s back here he’s really into it, you know?” he said.
“Touring?” Tommy asked.
“Musical theater,” Monte said. “He’s amazing, dude. Seriously. You have to hear it to understand the meaning of WOW,” he said. “If he sent a demo to record companies, they would be fighting over him, I swear to God,” he said.
Tommy smiled. “Sweet. I’ll hear you guys next time then,” he said, nodding. “Mia is she supposed to come to this thing with her teacher or just me?” he asked.
Mia shrugged. “Probably just you, but it wouldn’t hurt to take her in case,” she said.
Tommy nodded, eying his watch. “Alright, we’re out. Traffic will suck,” he said. “ANNA!” he called. “Come on, let’s go get this over with.”
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Tommy felt like the kid in trouble as he sat in a chair in front of the headmistress’s desk while Anna’s English teacher stood off to the side. “Mr. Ratliff, we’re concerned with Anna’s attitude,” she said.
Tommy frowned. “What do you mean? Anna’s never given me any problems,” he said.
She looked him over with a look of disdain. “She corrects teachers, she interrupts class, and she has been told off several times for telling other students-“ she paused and made a face. “Well, frankly, she tells them to kiss a certain part of her anatomy,” she said, and Tommy had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from giggling.
“Well, I knew about that one. The older kids pick on her so I told her to just tell them to fuck off,” he said, shrugging.
“Mr. Ratliff,” she snapped, and he ducked his head, once again feeling like the kid in trouble. “There’s still the issue of her interrupting class,” she said.
“What’s she doing?” he asked with a frown.
The teacher spoke up. “She corrected me in front of my class!” he said. “And I’m not the only one! She’s disruptive!”
Tommy bit his lip to keep from smirking. “Was she right?” he asked, and the man’s neck and face colored.
“It doesn’t matter whether or not she’s correct,” the headmistress spoke up. “And when students ask questions, she answers rather than letting their teacher!” she said.
Tommy just shot them both looks. He stood up. “Look, do whatever you want, give her detention or whatever, but I don’t see a problem with my daughter, I see a problem with your teachers,” he said. “Just because she’s smarter than the teachers and wants to help her classmates by answering their questions with correct answers isn’t a problem in my views. I’m sorry if you disagree, but I’m not going to tell her to stop,” he said. “You can, but I’m not. She’s amazingly smart and that is all that matters to me,” he said, waving to them as he walked out.
“How did it go?” Anna asked, standing up from the chair in the hall.
Tommy snickered. “I think I got you in more trouble, kid, sorry,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I told them I didn’t see a problem in what you were doing and told them that I told you to do the whole ‘kiss my ass’ thing,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks Dad.” She looked at him and snickered. “How red did Mr. Markowitz’s face get?” she asked, and he grinned.
“Like a tomato,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
On the way to the car she turned to Tommy. “Daddy, can we get tacos?” she asked hopefully.
Tommy grinned as he pulled on his sunglasses. “When do I ever say no to tacos?” he asked, earning a shrug.
“Good point, Dad.”