|Daddy's Little Girl
Author: Ailibhe PM
Andy, and the rest of the WKRP staff get a taste of raising a child when Andy is faced with taking in the daughter he never knew existed.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 729 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 07-21-07 - Published: 06-20-07 - id: 3605111
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Grace looked up at the tall building where the radio station WKRP in Cincinnati was located. A building had never made her so nervous.
"Come along, Honey," Mrs. Bowser, the social worker assigned to her case, reassured her. "Your father is waiting."
They took the elevator up to WKRP's floor. Mrs. Bowser exited the elevator first. When she saw Grace wasn't moving, she grabbed Grace's hand and led her to the station's door. When they came in they saw a beautiful blonde lady sitting at a desk. She was talking to a dark haired man wearing a ridiculous suit,
"Come on, Jennifer, Lucille won't mind," he said.
"I don't mess around with married men, Herb," She replied. "Only old and rich men."
Grace couldn't help but giggle. Mrs. Bowser cleared her throat.
"Oh, hello," Jennifer said sweetly "How may I help you?"
"We're here for Mr. Travis," Mrs. Bowser replied. "He should be expecting us."
"I'll let him know you are here," Jennifer picked up the phone and dialed an extension. Grace didn't hear what she said because Herb chimed in.
"Whaddya want with Travis?" He asked in a fake authoritative voice.
"It's a personal matter, Mr.-?"
"Tarlek, Herb Tarlek,"
"He'll be here momentarily," Jennifer interrupted. For the first time, someone looked at Grace. "Well, what is your name sweetheart?"
"Grace, ma'am," She answered. Just then a thin man with light-brown, feathered hair came into the lobby. Grace's puppy-dog eyes got even larger and her heart skipped a beat. She knew that was him. She was the spitting image of him. Apparently he noticed it too, because he looked completely in awe.
"Well, hello," He said to Grace in a mild southern accent. The he turned to Mrs. Bowser "um, why don't we go to my office where we can have some privacy?"
"That sounds wonderful, Mr. Travis," Mrs. Bowser said.