How I Met Your Father: Part One
Title: How I Met Your Father
Summary: Ian and Anthony's daughter Laila wants to know how her fathers fell in love.
Ratings: PG for sugar sweetness!
Previous Chapters: None!
A/N: This is told from the point of view of Laila. It is a less formal than previous stories. Any and all critisms and critiques are apprieciated! Enjoy! ♥Rae
Part One
“Daaaaaaaddy!”
My voice carried through our ranch style home. It was small, but I loved it. It was home.
“I’m in my room Laila.”
I started to run to his room but stopped when I caught my reflection in the mirror. Even though it wasn’t really biologically possible I look like both of my Dads. Yes, Dads. Plural. As in my fathers are gay. I have my real father’s dark wavy hair and dark skin. But instead of having dark eyes I have my other father’s bright blue eyes. Well, technically he was my uncle. My aunt is my biological mother. Yeah I know it is confusing. But my dad’s did this so that should something happening to Anthony; Ian would still have a legal right to me, and so that I would still be related to him. . They explained all this to me when I was eight, but now that I’m twelve I sorta understand it better. Not really…
I should probably explain a few things otherwise this will get really confusing. My full name is Laila Anne Hecox-Padilla. I am 80lbs and 4’5 and I am 12 years old. I am the daughter of the internet sensation Smosh. Ian is Daddy. Anthony is Papa. I know that these are childish names but it was easier than saying dad 1 and dad 2. It sounds like something out of a Dr. Seuss book.
I finally look away from myself and ran into my parent’s room. Daddy Ian was in there cleaning it up. He was making the bed until I jumped on it.
“Humming bird what do you think you’re doing? I am trying to clean in here.”
His words made him sound like he was upset, but his eyes were sparkling with laughter. As if to say he was going to make his and papa’s bed he took the comforter that was in his hands and threw over me. Before I could get out from under it, Daddy Ian was there tickling me threw it.
“Daddy!”
I finally managed to get some of my limbs away from his feather fingers.
“So, what was so urgent that you needed to run screaming through the nice quiet house for me?”
“When is Papa gonna be home?”
“After work. What are you sick of spending time with me?”
Daddy Ian pulled on a fake sad face. Even though it wasn’t real, I still felt bad for asking for Papa. I through me arms around his neck and planted kisses on his cheek.
“No, no, no! I could never be sick of Daddy Ian! I love you!”
He took me into his arms and squeezed me tight.
“And I love you. Now why do wanna know when Papa is going to be home?”
“Because! I wanna watch a Smosh movie!”
I wasn’t allowed to watch the videos that my fathers made. Even though I have been in a few they both agree that it isn’t something that little birds should be watching. Daddy Ian always got mad when he found me snooping through the internet. I should also mention that it was Daddy Ian who stayed home with me. Once my fathers decided that they were going to have a baby, even though they made enough from YouTube for the two of them to live, it wouldn’t be enough to raise a child. So Papa Anty started doing internet advertisement consulting. They still made their internet series; it was just now Ian was in charge of all the editing plus me during the days.
“Here what Smosh movie do you want to watch?”
“The one where you first kiss!!!!”
As a ten year old I know everything about love. But I think fist kisses are the most romantic thing in the world, especially when the princess kissed the frog. Daddy Ian didn’t look happy with my idea.
“Sweetheart I don’t think that is a good idea. Why don’t you watch a different one?”
“But I wanna know how you and Papa met and fell in love!”
I crossed my arms and pouted. I was spoiled. I got everything I wanted and people recognized me on the streets even when I wasn’t with my fathers.
Daddy Ian sighed and ran his finger through his hair.
“You really want to know the story of how we met?”
“Yessssss!”
“Okay, here let’s make a deal.”
Daddy Ian always made deals. I never got anything for free around here.
“Fine…” These deals normally involved me actually cleaning my room.
“Let me talk to Papa about this. If, and only if, he agrees I will tell you how I met your father and fell in love with him.”