The five parts of this story will be published over the Summer but due to my other commitments there may be a longer gap than usual between chapters, just so you are aware.
Sorry but there is no steamy sex in part 1. If that's what you are looking for then I'm afraid you will be disappointed.
There will be some in the later chapters so please bear with the story.
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Remember it is just a story.
Enjoy.
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DADDY'S GIRL
Chapter 1 -- Danny, Jessica & Lucy
Sergeant Danny Wells lowered his kitbag to the floor and looked dejectedly around the empty barracks hut for what he expected would be the last time in quite a while.
Carefully noting the chipped metal bedframes, the worn paintwork and even the cracked window pane, his eyes took in every minute detail so he would remember it in the future. Not that he was ever likely to forget.
This had been his home for the last six years and he knew he would miss it more than he could ever imagine. He had spent some of the best times of his life here and had made some lifelong friends along the way.
Ever since he had enlisted in the military straight after finishing college, at the age of 21, he had been a Royal Marine. Going through some of the toughest training in the forces and two deployments overseas he had eventually been promoted to the rank of Sergeant.
"Bugger it. I'll miss all this." He murmured quietly under his breath as he ran a finger along one of the iron bedsteads.
He hadn't wanted to take extended leave from the service, in fact from the moment he enlisted he had always seen himself as a full-time twenty-two-year man. However, family circumstances and being needed by the one person who meant more to him than anything else in the world had forced this situation on him.
Standing by himself he paused and reflected, not for the first time, on the disaster that his life had been, outside of the army.
A few months after he had passed out as a marine Danny had met Stephanie Danby while he was on a drunken night out in Plymouth, with his mates.
The slim, attractive, blue-eyed blonde had immediately set her sights on him which, given his cute good looks, was hardly surprising.
At 6' 2" and just over 200 pounds of muscle, he had piercing, grey-blue eyes with a messy mop of short brown hair and, from the moment she saw him, she had thought him extremely desirable.
Making eye contact with him across the bar she had smiled coyly and he had gone across and asked her if he could buy her a drink. It had been that simple for her to get his attention.
They had started dating and six months into a whirlwind romance they had decided to marry. Despite his mother urging him to wait they had gone ahead with their plans and booked a ceremony at the Plymouth registry office to tie the knot.
At first everything had been fine between them and, after moving into a small rented apartment, they had settled down to married life.
Of course, being a marine Danny had had to spend a lot of time at the base and Stephanie, despite having her own job and friends to occupy her time, found the lengthy periods of separation from her new husband difficult to deal with.
It was inevitable that they argued, mostly over Danny being away so much, but they always made up, at least for the first year or so of their married life.
However, things really began to take a turn for the worse when Stephanie had found out she was pregnant. It had happened after a lengthy period of leave and, for once, they had been getting on well. He had hoped that the news might improve the situation between them but it just seemed to make everything worse.
The couple had certainly not planned to have children, at least not yet, and while Danny was ecstatic about the prospect of being a father his wife was definitely less than enthusiastic about the idea. They had only just begun to come to terms with the fact that they were going to be parents when, a few weeks later, Danny received orders that he was being posted overseas and would be away for the next nine months or so.
That was when things really came to a head between them.
Stephanie, already unhappy about the prospect of being a mother, had been spending a lot more time out with her friends. That and her complete disinterest in him had led Danny to have his suspicions that she might be seeing other men, although he never found any evidence to support his concerns.
Then, when she found that she was going to be left alone for the entire term of her pregnancy, she had really lost it with him. She had blamed Danny for everything and while he had done his best and tried to mollify and re-assure her, every conversation they had seemed to end in a massive argument.
By the time he finally had to ship out things had become about as bad as they could be between the pair of them and they were barely talking.
"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" She had asked him bitterly, clearly resenting the fact he was being deployed overseas while she was stuck at home.
"I'll write and e-mail you while I'm away. And I can face time you as well." Danny had stood with his kit, ready to leave, while making one last attempt to appease his wife.
"Great." Stephanie had replied sarcastically, "You go off to god knows where and I get to sit at home getting fat."
"Afghanistan, Steph. I'm going to bloody Afghanistan not on a sodding holiday."
"Right, well you have a nice time." His wife told him sourly.
"Steph please. I'll miss you."
"For fucks sake just go and play soldiers and leave me alone." She had turned away dismissively and walked off into their kitchen without even so much as a kiss goodbye for him.
"I have to go Steph. Please."
"Fuck off then." Was the only answer he got from the other room.
With an over-riding feeling of impending doom Danny had, resignedly, picked up his bag and walked out of their flat and, as far as he could tell, Stephanie's life.
He had come to realise that he didn't love his wife but he was about to become a father and it was a role he took very seriously. He was determined that he would try to make the marriage work for the sake of his unborn child. Without a doubt Stephanie didn't love him, that was patently obvious, but he hoped that when the baby was born, she might settle down and become a real mother and then maybe they could be a proper family.
What they had felt for each other in the beginning hadn't really been love and had simply vanished during their first year together. In its place their relationship had simply become habit and then more recently it had changed, at least on Stephanie's side, to intense dislike and maybe even hatred of him.
