Man in the Mirror
Man in the Mirror
Teal’c occasionally struggled to understand children that were youthful yet not. Going shopping with the girls was always a trial because most of them remembered wearing things that he would consider age inappropriate when they had reached half their years, never mind their teen age years.
Oh, they understood that they were 10 years old and certain things were inappropriate. Still, apparently living in youthful bodies when they had already been through puberty was difficult.
Dinner at the food court was supposed to be his respite, allowing him to breathe deep for the first time during the entire outing. Most of the time, anyway.
“Father, who’s the fairest of us all?” Cordelia asked. It was a dangerous question, with all his lovely daughters around him.
“Your mother,” he answered, breathing a quiet sigh of relief when they all giggled.
“Which one?” Willow asked.
“All of them, in their own way,” he answered, more sure of his footing. “As each of you are lovely in your own way.”
There were more giggles, including a few from behind him. He twisted, raising his eyebrows as several of Cassie’s friends continued to blush and titter into their hands as they stared at him.
Cassie rolled her eyes. “And now you see what any guy I date is going to have to deal with. I’m going to have to be the most beautiful woman in the world to him or he’s going to have a boot permanently attached to his behind.”
“Indeed,” Teal’c said seriously, tipping his head towards her.
“Father,” Fred said, aghast. “Guys aren’t going to think we’re perfect
He leaned in until his nose was mere centimeters away from hers. “Then they are not worthy of you.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and she giggled.
“God,” he heard one of Cassie’s friends say fervently. “Why does he have to be involved with somebody? He’s gorgeous and
Teal’c’s eyebrows rose as Faith choked on her soda, then proceeded to cackle, dark eyes dancing with merriment.
Anya let out a mew of announce. “Of course he’s awesome. He’s our Father.”
A small smile started to curl along the edge of his mouth as the older girls, minus Cassie, decided they’d had enough of the little girls thinking they knew what was actually
being spoken of and left. Cassie settled in at their table, shaking her head as she murmured, “And another one bites the dust.”
Teal’c loved working with the boys, training them to use their bodies as they were intended and listening to them speak their minds. But there was something about his daughters, about being allowed to take them shopping, to wipe away their tears and be the shoulder they leaned on, to helping them realize their beauty, that warmed and healed a heart long thought cracked and shriveled. Not to mention, he was learning the minds of women from start to finish and that could only help with their mothers.