Work Header  Darcy's Dad  Work Text:  He closed the front door
of his home, walking down the hall toward the back yard.
"Darce?" He called out, peeking his head in the living room,
then the kitchen. Darcy was his daughter, young and wild at the
age of fifteen. She was a bit spoiled, and she knew it, as did
Louis. He didn't see any good reason not to spoil her. With a
steady pay, and no wife to support, he could only really spoil
his daughter and himself.  Louis walked into the kitchen, and to
the patio doors. Darcy was laying out on deck that surrounded
their pool, tanning with one of her friends, a boy. Louis pushed
the sliding glass door open, and walked out on the deck. "You
trying to cook yourselves out here?" He asked as he reached the
two teenagers.  Darcy had her headphones on, eye closed and
likely fast asleep. The boy was on his stomach, but rolled over
and looked up at Louis when he spoke.  He was thin, toned, and
tan, looking like he had just managed a flawless victory against
puberty. The boy's ha