Why? That's a question now isn't it.

The interrogative hammered at his temples like a relentless, unforgiving drumbeat. Why…? Why…? Such a small word, yet it detonated like a bomb, splintering into a dozen different directions, each one more brutal than the last. Floyd could almost see it disintegrating into fractious, jagged pieces, each one a different, painful answer. He could taste the bitter implication of a life filled with chaos and choices.

First and foremost, he had no desire to spend the next decade enduring the relentless tirades of his ex-wife, who had a penchant for shrill accusations about his supposed perversity and irresponsibility for fathering four illegitimate children. Her voice, a grating, discordant symphony, echoed in his mind, a cacophony of accusations and recriminations. Among the tangled web of his life, one particularly delicate thread stood out: one of those children's mothers happened to be the daughter they made together. It was a secret, a dangerous, explosive secret, like a live wire sparking in the rain.

If the truth of his paternity ever surfaced, it would ignite a year-long legal battle in the sterile confines of a courtroom, debating the ethics and responsibilities of conceiving a child with her. Despite it being within the bounds of legality, even accepted and encouraged within the bonds of this mall, he would have to fight tooth and nail just to retain his weekend visitation rights. As things stood, maintaining his already fragile parental rights seemed a Herculean task, should she ever discover the child was conceived during their time together.

So, with a gentle, tender touch, he leaned in and kissed his daughter's forehead. His lips lingered for a moment, a soft, warm pressure against her skin. "No, honey," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble, "this will just be our little secret." The words hung in the air, a fragile, ephemeral promise.

Lily reached up and hugged her father, pressing her naked breasts into his chest. Her skin was soft and warm, her embrace tight and eager. "I love the idea of this being our secret!" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She kissed him on the lips, a quick, firm pressure, before breaking the hug. "Oh yeah, I am supposed to give you this." She reached over and grabbed the laminated pass, holding it up for Floyd. The pass glinted in the light, a small, rectangular promise. The colors shifted and danced as the light hit it, almost mesmerizing in its simplicity. "So, who would you like to use it on next?" she asked, her voice playful and teasing, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Floyd laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the room. He took the pass from her, his fingers brushing against hers. "Honey," he said, his voice a low, rueful chuckle, "I am a forty-six-year-old man. I am certain I couldn't do four if it wasn't for how beautiful the women you picked for me are, including yourself."

Lily gave her father the 'aw please' look that was ever so hard to deny, her eyes wide and doe-like, her lips pouted slightly. "Not even one more!" she pleaded, her voice sweet and cajoling, like a siren's song.

Floyd sighed, a sound like a deflating balloon. "Honey, today has been more amazing than I could have imagined, but it just doesn't work like that." His voice was gentle, but firm, like a hand on a shoulder, guiding but not forcing.

Lily wiggled her hips, pressing her pussy against his cock, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "What if it's in a few hours? I know my big, strong dad can rest up by then." Her voice was a purr, a seductive promise.

Realizing his daughter, and soon to be mother of his child, isn’t going to let this go, Floyd resigns himself to just give in with a laugh, a sound like a sudden burst of sunlight. "Well, if you insist. But from the look of it, you've got someone in mind." His eyes twinkled with amusement, like stars in a night sky.

Lily's face broke into a wide, excited grin, her eyes sparkling like diamonds. "Mom!" she shouted, her voice filled with glee and anticipation, like a child on Christmas morning.

But that instantly kills Floyd's mood. "Honey, I know what you're trying to do, but trust me, it won't work. Your mother and I aren't getting back together." he said, his voice tinged with the weight of reality.

Lily pouted, her lips pursed like a rosebud, her eyes wide and sad, like a puppy denied a treat. "Why not?" she asked, her voice a soft, sad sigh.

"For starters, she is getting married in four months." he replied, his voice flat and matter-of-fact, like a resigned shrug.

Lily retorted, "BUT I hate the guy."

Floyd gazed down at his daughter with a gentle smile, aware of the internal struggle she was facing. "And this card is not going to stop it," he remarked.

Lily protested, "But dad!??"

Floyd tenderly ran his fingers through her hair, and she tries to but a stop to this argument. "Honey, you're going to be a mom now, and moms don't pout."

Lily quickly countered, "Mom sure does."

Floyd nearly commented on her mother's shortcomings but remembered their mutual promise not to disparage each other to Lily.

Although his ex-wife often broke this agreement, opening referring to him in the worst light to anyone that would listen when Lily was within ear shot, Floyd clung to it, hoping she might eventually honor her promise. Instead, he offered a light-hearted remark, "She is the exception to the rule." They both burst into laughter before Floyd added, "I'll do it if you want me to, but it's likely to have the opposite effect of what you're aiming for."

Lily swiftly snatched the card back from her father's hand, her expression a mix of contemplation and determination. "I'll think about it then," she said, her voice steady as she locked eyes with her father. "Do you think if you do it, they'll let all six of us be in the same room when they arrive? I would really like it if we all could be there together."

Floyd chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. "If I do that, I'll be surprised if I'm allowed in the same town as her," he quipped, imagining the scene with a hint of mischief.