For Daisey_the_duck:

When you had first found out you were pregnant, Robert had been ecstatic. He would always babble on and on about what your children would do when they grew up. Although you knew he secretly wanted a boy, your first child was a girl. The first time Robert held her, however, all wishes of a boy had faded from his mind. The only thing he cared about in that moment was his little princess.

As your daughter grew up, Robert was always behind the scenes, making sure she made the right decisions and protecting her. You thought you were going to be the helicopter parent but Robert was the definition of one. And don't even get him started on your daughter and boys. Robert freaked whenever a boy was within breathing distance of your daughter.

You weren't nearly as worried. You knew your daughter could hold her own. She was strong willed and smart, so you had no doubts that your daughter would be just fine with boys. As she was the star striker on her school team, she attracted a lot of attention, male attention. Although she was focused on her studies and football, you knew that just like any other teenage girl, she had crushes.

You knew it was a matter of time before the topic would be brought up. Robert had returned home from work. He worked as an assistant coach now that he had retired. The kids were home from school and you started dinner. Huddled around the dinner table, your daughter picked at her food. "Is something bugging you?" you asked your daughter.

"No. Well, yes but . . . I have something to tell you guys, well more ask you but . . ." your daughter said nervously. You and Robert exchanged concerned looks.

"What's wrong, you can tell us anything, remember that?" Robert replied.

"Ok, well, today at practice, Lukas asked me out to a date and I said yes," you daughter stated, smiling nervously at you and your husband. You said nothing but Robert dropping his fork onto the plate said it all.

"You what?" he gasped.

"I'm going on a date. This Saturday," your daughter replied.

"You're too young to go on a date," Robert insisted.

"I'm sixteen!" your daughter interjected.

"I don't care how old you are. You live under my roof and you will therefore abide by my rules," Robert stated.

"But Dad—"

"—No buts. You're not going on a date," Robert stated firmly.

"Robert," you warned, "let her go have some fun."

"Oh I know exactly what kind of fun this Lukas kid wants to have," Robert spat.

"That's not what I meant. For god's sakes she's not a toddler anymore! She can go on a date," you enforced.

"But—" Robert started. You glared at him, daring him to challenge you again.

"Fine, you can go on this stupid date of yours," Robert huffed. Your daughter hugged him tightly, kissing him lightly on the head before doing the same to you.

"Thank you," she squealed before leaving.

"You're not dating until you're thirty, understand?" Robert told your ten-year-old daughter.

"Why would I want to date boys, they're disgusting," she spat.

"That a girl!" Robert smiled. You rolled your eyes at your husband.

"God save us," you sighed. Saturday rolled around and your daughter was upstairs in her room fussing over what she was going to wear. Robert paced in front of the door. "You're going to wear a line in the floor," you joked.

"Aren't you a little worried?" Robert asked.

"Of course, but I think you're being a little dramatic," you smiled. "They're only going to the park for ice cream. She'll be back in two hours," you assured your husband.

"How do I look?" your daughter asked from the stairway. You and Robert looked up at her. She had pulled her hair back and was wearing a sundress.

"That dress is too short," Robert stated. You sighed again.

"It's perfectly long enough, Robert," you insisted.

"It's well above her knees, too short," Robert said. "You aren't leaving this house until you change." Your daughter huffed angrily before trudging back upstairs to change.

"You're being over dramatic about it all," you rolled your eyes at your husband.

"I'm taking precautionary measures. I know what goes through a teenage boy's head. And I don't like it. They can do that but not with my daughter."

"Our daughter knows perfectly well what a good idea is and what is not," you responded.

"Peer pressure," Robert pointed out. The doorbell rang as you rolled your eyes. "I'll get it," he stated. Making his way to the door you hoped the poor boy was ready for the wrath of Robert Lewandowski. Robert unlocked the door and pulled it open. Lukas stood in the doorway.

He was decently tall for a sixteen-year-old but Robert still towered over him. "Hello sir," he stuttered out.

"Evening," Robert replied coldly.

"How are you, sir?" Lukas asked.

"Not so good because I'm about to let my daughter out with you," Robert stated.

"Robert!" you scolded. "Let the poor boy inside." Reluctantly, Robert allowed Lukas to enter the house.

"Just a set of ground rules for you to know, Lukas. I want her back before dinner time. There will be no touching of any kind. You will respect my daughter and her wishes. Don't do anything to her you wouldn't do to me. Pretend you're on a date with me. That should outline your behavior," Robert smirked down at the boy who seemed to be willing himself to not shake under pressure.

"For god's sakes Robert, you're going to scare him away!" you scolded your husband, smacking him lightly. Your daughter walked down the steps. She changed into a Bayern Munich shirt and a pair of shorts.

"I'm ready." Robert's icy glare melted once his daughter entered his view. Moving forward, he hugged her tightly.

"I want you back before dinner, understand?" he said, pulling away.

"I got it," you daughter stated before hugging you.

"Nice touch with the jersey," you whispered to your daughter, reading the name titled on the back.

"Thought it would soften him up a bit," your daughter winked before pulling Lukas out of the house. You and Robert smiled as your daughter and her date took off for the park, the Daddy name on the back of the jersey still visible for now.

"See that wasn't so bad," you teased your husband.

"Please, maybe we should just lock her in a tower, no boys to worry about then," Robert joked, closing the door.