Inkblots

The two little girls played in the winter sunlight, running and falling as only children can. Their parents watched from just close enough, he had his arm around his wife's waist, she leaned into him. They were proud as peacocks of their offspring. She looks at him, marveling his versatility. At work, it was inconceivable that this man was the gentle rocking horse he was now. The strong hands and forearms transformed into cradles for the kids, monkey bars they could hang off; he could be anything they wanted him to be.
"Daddy... Daddy!! Come here!!" the older one demanded things of him with a proprietary right. And he responded. His wife giggled as she watched her nearly-six-foot husband run and jump and roll around with his daughters like a bunch of puppies.
They lay in bed at night, reveling in being together, and she chuckled, "You might be a terror on the job, Mr. Fauji, but you're a harmless bear with your girls."
He laughed and held her close, "My girls? You're one of them, you know..."
"Hmm... But your little girls will grow up like I did; wondering why in the name of God anyone would be scared of their father."
She turned on her side, laying her head on his chest, stretching an arm across to his hand.
"You're actually proud, you softie!"
He put his arms around her and cuddled her to him, smiling up at the ceiling "Of course I am."