#presenting..... the latest clown in the circus...... my baby girl

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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT | JAMIE PRESCOTT 

“if you’re gonna keep calling me, asshole, you could at least ask about my day every once in a while.”

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“All I can smell is strawberries!” The aroma quickly fills the entire room and it was all because of the freebies Trucy had gotten from her favorite pop magazine. The theme this week was tutti frutti and his little girl had picked the strawberry one. Now she had a small bottle of perfume - which was really just slightly scented water - and a tube of lip gloss.

He could tell she was delighted with such simple treats as she paraded and posed around the living room, pretending that she was the most famous and beloved pop star in the entire world. He watches her with fond eyes.

“Sing me a song!” He cheers as he takes on the role of her “number one fan”. That wasn’t something he had to pretend, though. Whether she was a magician or a pop star or just Trucy, he would always be her biggest fan.

“What kind of party is it?” Potatoes and vegetables are piled next to her chicken with an extra potato for her being added from the tray. The little girl bounces on the tiles as her father prepares the dinner, her grin showing the gap that had been left behind by the tooth that had fallen out a couple of nights ago.

“A really cool birthday party! With cake and ice cream! And Stacey says that there might be a clown!”

“A clown?” Phoenix glances over his shoulder, one brow raised. “I didn’t know you liked clowns.” (Should I tell her about my time spent at the circus? ...Nah.) Although, if Mr. Lawrence "Moe" Curls made an appearance, then he’d probably tell Trucy all about her father’s adventures at the Big Berry Circus. He smiles. Those days seemed so long ago.

“Is there going to be a lot of you there?” The gravy is drizzled over her chicken. Trucy nods, her eagerness showing in each expression she made.”Yeah! And parents can stay, too!”

Oh. That was good. He feels better knowing that there would be enough parents to supervise a bunch of eight and nine year olds. Turning towards the already open fridge, he grabs the juice. “Alright, I’ll take you over on Saturday.” It was only from 2pm to 5pm, so it would be a nice afternoon out for her. Trucy whoops and dashes over to hug him tightly around the middle. He nearly spills the juice on the counter as she thanks him over and over again. Her excitement earns a laugh from her father.

“You’re acting like you just won the lottery! Stacey must be a very special friend.” He was glad she had someone like that in her life. Friends were important, especially at her age. She needed someone to connect with. Someone she could tell things to that she couldn’t tell him.

“We’ll see what kind of present we can get her after school on Friday.” A trip to the mall was needed anyway. Trucy needed a new jacket. The little magician nods and begins to list suggestions ranging from Disney Princess dolls (which he knew were far too expensive) to the latest boyband single, which might be within a more reasonable price range.

“Haha! You girls and your boybands. Which one is popular now? They all look the same to me,” He turns and leans down to hand his daughter her dinner plate. “I’ll bring your juice through.” She marches out, her excitable rambles continuing down the hall.

Phoenix shakes his head and puts on the hot water, pouring washing liquid into the basin so that he could soak the other dishes that needed to be done. Seeing Trucy like this made him happy. He wanted to see that smile whenever he could, even if she did have a few missing teeth!

“...I used to ride my bike all the time! I have it on the wall in the back of the cupboard. It’s great for getting around.” It hadn’t been used in a bit and the paint was chipping away, but that thing had been amazing transportation during his attorney days. And it had been a healthy alternative to catching cabs all the time.

Trucy seems satisfied with this answer - she had asked why learning to ride a bike was so important - and sits still so that her father can secure her helmet. She had been practicing with the stabilizers for a bit and was now confident she could go without.

“Alright, are you ready?” The little girl nods and begins to peddle while Phoenix keeps her balanced. They work together like this for around ten minutes until he’s sure that she’ll be able to do it by herself.

“Remember to keep looking ahead and pedal like normal. You’re a pro at that now.” She wasn’t even wobbling anymore and it makes him smile. She always learned things really quickly. It was impressive. He goes to take hold of the bike again, but she’s off before he can grip it. For a moment, his panicked heart leaps into his throat. What if she thought he had let go and felt betrayed? What if she looked back, freaked out, and then fell?! What if--

“Daddy, look! I’m doing it by myself!”

All of his silly worries melt away with that one call. Trucy was grinning wide and circling their small training area like it was no big deal. He cheers for her, his hands clapping at the sight. She proudly does another lap and then makes her way back to him, hopping from the bike after she had slowed to a halt.

“See? What did I tell you? A pro!” That makes her giggle and grab at his hand, bouncing on the spot. “Thanks for teaching me, Daddy! Now I can use a bike in my show!” He can only laugh as he captures her in an embrace, his knuckles gently rubbing at her head while she squeaked with joy.

“One thing at a time, baby girl. Let’s celebrate now and then think of your show later.” He lifts the bike and then takes her hand, leading her away. “How about some ice cream?” Now Trucy was the one who was cheering, already deciding on which flavor she wanted while new concerns popped into her father’s head.

(She’ll need a shorter cloak if she uses a bike in her show... I’ll need to get more fabric.)

The thought is cut off when Trucy challenges him to a race. Without waiting for him to agree, she’s running ahead. “Hey! Not fair!” He takes off after her, slowing just a bit so that she could remain ahead of him. As cheesy as it sounded, her laughter was like music to his ears.