Chris wore a smile as he held his daughter in his arms, wishing this moment to never cease. He finally had something he could be proud of in his saddened life. The little filly he held in his arms, was something thought to be of fiction, yet there she was, curled up in his arms, staring up at him with a happy smile. He never thought he'd see the day he'd ever smile again since his grandma died when he was only six, and after eleven years of torturing bullies, just that little filly alone was enough to make him happy again.
She was about as big as a soccer ball in her curled up form, making her pretty small. Her sheer size only added to the high amount of adorableness she already had, which only made Chris love her even more. She leaned into his hand as he scratched behind her left ear, feeling content in his arms.
“Silver?” Chris asked, still unbelieving to the fact she’s here, and only wanted to test his sanity.
“Yes, daddy,” she responded happily, staring at him with her large, round, white eyes.
Chris’s smile grew. “Am I a good father?”
Silver nodded. “So far, you’re the best I could ask for.” She snuggled her head into him, closing her eyes. “You’re so comfy,” Silver yawned. “It’s making me sleepy.”
“Awe,” Chris cooed, tearing up the slightest bit from being over joyed. “Sleep then. I’ll stay here and hold you. .” Chris Ran his fingers through her mane as she nodded, cuddling into his chest, wrapping her tail around his arm.
“Thanks, dad. Can we lay down?” Silver asked, on the edge of entering the dream world.
“Of course.” Chris lied down in the bed on his back, with Silver upon his chest as he pulled the blankets over her. “Sleep well.”
Silver nodded as she lay on her side, her head rested under Chris’s chin. “Nighty night, daddy,” she whispered as she soon fell asleep.
Chris’s smile grew a little wider as he began running a hand along her back, scratching slightly. “Sweet dreams, my adorable little filly.” Chris planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
All was quiet, since his parents had stopped yelling at each other not too long ago, and the only sound to be heard was Silver’s soft and steady breathing. Chris would hate to ever have to let go of her, since she quickly became his most prized possession. Not that he saw her as a possession, he merely treasured her more than anything else in his life. Even than his own life.
He laid still, wishing not to disturb his daughter’s slumber, breathing slowly, so that the rise and fall of his chest would not wake her. He watched the little filly sleep, snuggled under the covers, noming softly on her tail. As she did so, he continued gently rubbing her back, her fur soft and smooth against his fingers.
For a good twenty or so minutes he laid there, holding his daughter in his arms, when sleep began to overwhelm him as well. His smile faded, and his eyes became heavy, beckoning him to close his eyes, and sleep. But he didn’t want to sleep. I can’t watch over his little girl if he’s sleeping. So, he fought off as best he could, but his eyes eventually forced him asleep.
*****
“I don’t see what you see in that thing for us to need to keep it,” huffed Chris’s father.
His mom rolled her eyes, trying to ignore her husband’s ignorance, wondering why she even married him. “Because we can’t just give her back! She’s a living thing! She has feelings just like us, and isn’t even a day old I’m assuming.”
Harold gave a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “That’s not what you said about Chris.”
Donna was about to open her mouth to say something, but n intoxicated brain forced away any thoughts of a good argument.
“Exactly my point.” Harold deadpanned after almost a minute of not getting a response.
Donna shook her head disapprovingly. “He was the reason why we missed that football game! If he didn’t decide to come out that day, I would have been fine, but no!” Donna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “That’s the only reason I don’t like the boy. At least I don’t beat him like you do.”
Harold sighed heavily. “That boy has been nothing but a nuisance. But you’re the one who begged me to have sex with you, so he’s your fault.”
Donna groaned. “You’re such an ass. I don’t see why I ever agreed to marry you.”
“For my money.” Harold huffed. “It’s why I’m always broke.”
Donna scoffed. “Fuck you too!”
Feeling too angry to continue fighting, she stood from the table and retreated upstairs. She went over to Chris’s room to find the door closed.
“I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a thousand times not to close this door!” she thought as she walked up to it.
“Chris!” Donna yelled, banging a fist on the door.
Chris shot up from his bed in an instant, startling Silver awake.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, mom just needs me.” Chris smiled and lifted Silver off the bed and into his arms. He began gently petting her mane, as she leaned her head into his hand, enjoying the affection. Chris took a breath and opened the door. “Yeah, mom?”
Donna wore a face of bemusement. “How many times do I have to tell you this door stays open!?”
Chris looked down. “S-sorry mom...me and Silver were just taking a nap.”
“Why’d she call you daddy? I heard her.”
“Because he’s my daddy! He adopted me, remember?” Silver answered
Donna sighed. “Now why would you go and lie to her like that? You know you aren’t her father.”
“I didn’t tell her I’m her father. The place where they made her told her. It doesn’t matter, since I am her father!” Chris snapped, taking a step back away from his mother, holding Silver protectively in his arms.
Donna pinched the bridge of her nose with a groan of frustration. “First your father is being a butthole, and now you. I swear you guys hate me.”
Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “You got that the other way around,” he deadpanned before disappearing back into his room.
Chris took a seat on the bed, still holding the small earth filly in his arms. He let out a low sigh, gazing down at the floor, until his mother came stomping into the room.
“You got something to say, little man!?” she barked, slamming the door all the way open.
Chris looked at her. “You must be going deaf if you can’t hear me.”
Donna glared, and before leaving the room she said, “Fuck you,” and slammed the door.
Silver Shade turned her gaze to the floor with a sad expression upon her cheeks. “Why can’t I help but feel this is my fault? Your parents have just been arguing since they saw me.”
“Oh, Silver,” Chris began with a soft sigh. “None of this was your fault. My parents always argue with each other over everything, so it was expected they’d argue over you.,” he said sweetly, planting a kiss on her head.
“Promise, daddy?”
Chri nodded. “Of course, my little girl,” Chris replied softly, hugging his daughter.
“Why does it seem like your parents don’t like you?” Silver asked worridly, staring up into Chris’s eyes.
“Because they do.”
“Oh, daddy, I’m sorry,” Silvere whimpered, snuggling into Chris’s chest.
Chris smiled. “It’s alright. I’m happy as long as my daughter is here in my arms.”
Silver smiled as well, getting more comfortable as Chris began to rub behind her ears.
“I love you, daddy,” she cooed.
“I love you too, Silver, who may be a different species than me, but will always be my little girl,” Chris smiled, gently rubbing behind one of Silver’s ears.