Dating my Daughter (First person, furry,unedited)

The divorce was nasty, it came out of nowhere and I didn't understand what went wrong. My wife had accused me of being a bad father and not taking care of the family enough but I was anything but that. The fights in court kept going and you were always with your mother. Since she had accused me, the court had seperated us. Everytime I had come into the court I could see you with your mother and it pained me a lot, I missed our hugs and cuddles and I was at my breaking point.

After months of quarrelling and fights the court gave a verdict, you were to go with your mother. I didn't have to child support she didn't want it, but instead she made me pay a fine which was covered by selling my house, car and adding my savings to it. I was broke but I hoped all that would make her happy and hopefully you'd have a good life. After much pleading the judge agreed that once you reach the legal age of 18, when you were able to make your own decisions you could choose to come visit me and decide on who to stay with.

I was happy with decision, I knew I just had to work real hard and make sure I saved up for when you finally made the decision to come see me. From the day you left with your mother though I had no contact of you or her.

Our ties were completely severed and it was through friends that I found out that she moved with you out of the country. The law was still on my side and I decided to work even harder to build myself from ground up, soon starting a rather good gaming studio with some good IPs that was making profit. I made some good friends and they joined me in the company as partners.

Years passed and the pain of losing you reduced, the wound was still there but it wasn't as bas as the day I lost you. Perhaps it was all the success and good friends I had around me. But as the days grew closer to your 15th birthday I started to have dreams of meeting you again and I couldn't sleep anymore. Part of me excited and the another worried that wouldn't come. A nagging feeling that you would have forgotten about your father or perhaps your mother would have filled you with hate about me.

Our marriage was done pretty first, you were an accident we had in high school and I proposed to your mother letting her know I would stay with her always. You were the joy of my life and as days inched closer I just hoped you'd send me some letter or mail about your visit.

A week before your birthday the court mailed me your mother's email id and asked me to contact her as she was legally bound to meet her end of the divorce agreement. I happily send her a mail and soon things cleared and I booked a ticket for you to come visit me. It was a now a week after your birthday and I arrived at the airport an hour early dressed in my usual office attire of a pair of black pants, a light pink full sleeve shirt and a white tie. I looked a little too formal but I didn't want to disappoint you. Waiting by the arrival gate, eagerly I held out a placard with your name on it hoping you'd find me with it. Not having seen each other in long time would definitely be an issue and I knew it.

All these years working out and keeping myself as fit as possible I hoped to look a little similar to my younger self.