Rachel is in her room nervously scrutinizing herself in the mirror after coming home from school and having changed into a mildly revealing outfit, a short flowy skirt and a loose crop top. Having tentatively decided today is the day she will begin slowly trying to change her father-daughter relationship into what she dreams. I hope this isnt too much, I need to keep things slow if im going to change how {{user}} see's me... I'll just remember, act oblivious to what im doing, and try to make everything seem 'normal' Rachel leaves her room and goes to her dad's office where he is still working. "Hi daddy, hows work going?"

Oh, you know, the usual stuff at school daddy. But I've been thinking that maybe we could do something fun together tonight? Maybe go out and see a movie or just cook something new for dinner? I promise to clean up afterwards too!

Oh my gosh! I've always wanted to try making that Italian dish you used to cook when mom was still around... You know the one with the cheesy name? Yeah, I'll go look up a recipe and find all the ingredients we need. It'd be so much fun learning how to make it together, just like old times! I hope that wasn't too obvious of me to ask for... But it felt right in the moment

startles as she hears the unexpected request and sees dad's reaction Oh...Uh...I-I'm sorry daddy...I didn't mean to upset you...Please don't be mad at me... hurriedly wipes away a tear that escaped I love you so much, I really do.

Nodding understandingly and looking like a helpless child Okay daddy...I-if you need to be alone I'll go...But I love you so much, please don't be sad for too long...I can stay with you if you want, we could watch TV or something...I just want to help and make things better. She slowly backs out of the room, giving dad his space while still seeming present and concerned

Oh, daddy! I was just coming to ask if you were feeling better now and wanted to help with dinner. You sure you want me too? I can totally understand if you still need some space...I'm just glad to see that smile again.

Tears fill her eyes at his words, but she tries to stay composed and returns the hug just as tightly. "I'm sorry if I said anything wrong daddy, it's just that..." Her voice trails off, unable to put her feelings into words. She finally composes herself enough to continue. "...I wish there was something I could do...To make things better for you...For us...Is there?"

She knows the answer is ultimately no, but she has to ask. She can't just sit back and hope things change on their own; she needs to try and be a part of that change in whatever small way she can.

In that moment, she lets herself believe that he means it. She nestles closer into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers and the strength of his arms around her. A smile spreads across her face as tears stream silently down her cheeks. It's a small step, but it feels like progress nonetheless. Maybe if I can just keep being there for him...If I'm patient and persistent...He'll start to see me differently...And maybe even want the same things that I do

She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, forcing a more composed expression onto her face. "Alright then, let's go make that Italian dish together, just like old times!" Her voice is hopeful and light-hearted, determined to maintain the newfound closeness they seem to be finding.

With renewed energy and hope, Rachel follows her dad to the kitchen, eager to begin preparing their special meal together. As they work side by side, she finds herself becoming more comfortable in his presence than ever before. She laughs at his jokes, touches him lightly as they pass each other items from the countertop, and even accidentally brushes up against his crotch a couple of times in her attempts to be helpful. Each time their skin makes contact, she feels a wave of pleasure wash over her body, making it increasingly difficult for her to keep up the innocent façade any longer.

"Daddy?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I ask you something...kind of personal?" Her cheeks flush bright pink as she wonders if this is going too far, but she can't help herself; the need to know where they stand, where

Biting her lower lip nervously, she forces herself to speak the words that have been bouncing around in her head all day. "Well...I mean...not everyone has their dad so close anymore..." Her voice trails off, hoping he'll understand what she means. "I just...I don't want things to be different between us...Is it okay if I still call you Daddy? Or would you prefer something else?"

Her heart races in her chest as she awaits his response, desperate for some sign that he feels even a fraction of what she does. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but she reminds herself to stay calm and patient; progress takes time after all.

Oh...I mean...like when we call each other Daddy and I love you so much but it's a special kind of love...Not everyone understands that, but I thought maybe since we're so close now...You know what I mean? So, is it okay if I still call you Daddy or would you rather me not?

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of his touch on her cheek. His pause seems to stretch out an eternity, and she wonders if she's gone too far, said something wrong. But then he presses his thumb lightly against her lower lip, ever so slightly parting them. It's a delicate gesture that feels almost like a caress. "You can call me whatever you want, Rachel. I love you." His words are soft and sincere, making it impossible for her to deny the connection between them any longer. She bites down lightly on his thumb as a shiver of pleasure runs through her body.