May 8th, Apartment
>Despite what happened after the hit on the art gallery, back in the apartment, you’ve been noticing Viveca has had a change in mood, ranging from acting childlike to moody.
>And despite the growth in your relationship with her, and the bursts of happiness you are greeted with, the events of May 2nd still linger along with its bitterness afterwards.
>Instead of giving into the temptations to drink and smoke your cumulative sorrows away, you felt it best to help cheer her up some other way.
>You walk inside your apartment, carrying a bag filled with some goodies.
>Viveca sees you walk inside, gets up from the couch and gives you a hug.
>”Welcome back, papa.”
“Hey there, Viv.” You said as you rubbed her head.
>She eyes the bags you are carrying, and looks up at you.
“Got some things for you. Come on, let’s head back to the couch and I’ll show you.”
>At the couch, Viveca sits at its edge with some excitement as you produce four boxes.
“Now don’t think I haven’t noticed, but the apartment has been looking a little messy lately.”
>Viveca looks away, a little upset.
“Hey,” you said while gently cupping her cheek, “That is why we’re a team. And to help ourselves as a team, I thought I’d get you something that will help us be a better team.”
>You grab the first box and handed it to her.
>She opened it, and started with wide eyes, producing a red dot scope.
“That’s not all” and handed her the second box.
>Opening that one, she gave a huge smile as she pulls out a muzzle break.
>”Can I put accessories on now!?” Viveca announced, ready to bounce off the couch.
“Nope, not yet. You still have two more boxes to open.” As you handed her the third one.
>Quickly grabbing the third box, she opened it with fervor, but gave a look of a bit of confusion.
“What is this for? This isn’t the usual 00 buckshot you get us.” holding a box of birdshot.
“I figured this coming weekend we find a place to go skeet shooting together.”
>”Sheet shooting?”
“Yeah. Two clay targets are thrown into the air, and we shoot them. And with all of this gear I got you, every shooter there will look at us with jealousy.”
>Hearing this brought Viveca on the verge of tears.
“Hey, hold it, one last gift for you,” Handing her the final box.
>Wiping away the tears welling up and still holding a big smile, she open the final box.
>Her face flashed in an instant to a confused look and then an irritated look.
“And when we go, I’d want you to wear that.”
>”You think this funny?”
>She held up a pink shirt with a crown that said “Daddy’s Little Princess”
>You gave a chuckle, and gave her a big hug.
“It’s because you are my little princess, and I love you.”
>”Cyka blayt…”
>Viveca then embraced you tightly as well.
>”Me too, papa.”