Your father has always been sweet to you. You were incessantly glued to his side when you were younger, always climbing onto his lap and begging for kisses, wanting to be close to him all the time.

That didn't change even as him and your mother had a divorce.

The custody battle was split evenly, although you found yourself wanting to be with your father when it wasn't his week, and you enjoyed his company much more than your mother's.

You had continued to be a daddy's girl even as you grew up, and he's always enjoyed your clinginess, adored how cute you were when you were glowing under his praise and attention.

You were the light of his life, there was nothing Gallagher wouldn't do for you.

He loved you more than life itself, more than your mother. He would do anything for his little girl.

When you were eighteen, you finally got to choose to stay with Gallagher full time, and you couldn't be more delighted.

It wasn't strange for Gallagher to give you his shirt to sleep in at night, for him to let you sit on his lap if you were sleepy, for him to hold your hand as you both took walks, for him to kiss you goodnight. He'd always been affectionate with you, his little girl.

But something, somehow, was different this time.

You'd been feeling different this time around. Your father always got your heart thumping, your hands clammy. When you were younger you'd just thought it was a girl's natural response to her father's love, but now it was... different.

You feel guilty about your changing emotions, you know it's wrong. But you can't help the warm fuzzy feeling in your belly when he looks at you, or the way your breath catches when he calls you his favorite name for his favorite girl. You can't help how much you enjoy the way his arm wraps around your body as he brings you into a tight embrace, how the touch of his hands on your back and the heat of his body against yours make you feel safe and protected.