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heyy can I request Gaius comforting daughter reader with the words of Jesus that’d be so fun.

A Father’s Comfort

Word Count: 1185

Gaius x (Daughter) Reader

Note: If this is the same person making all of these Gaius requests, I have to tell you that it’s so incredible that you can come up with so many of these sweet ideas back-to-back. I love it! Keep them coming…

The sky outside was darkening, heavy with the weight of an approaching storm. The wind howled through the cracks in the window, and the scent of rain filled the small room where Gaius’s daughter sat, her knees drawn up to her chest as she stared blankly at the wall. [Y/N] had always been a strong girl, always quiet and thoughtful. But lately, something had shifted.

Gaius watched her from the doorway, his heart heavy with worry. As a Roman centurion, he had faced countless battles, navigated the harsh world of politics and violence, but none of that had prepared him for fatherhood—especially fatherhood without his wife, who had been his guiding light. Now, raising [Y/N] on his own, he often felt at a loss.

He had noticed the change in her over the past few weeks. She had become more withdrawn, her usual spark dulled by something she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—share with him. Gaius suspected it had to do with her recent fascination with the teachings of Jesus. Though he was still grappling with his own thoughts about the man from Nazareth, he couldn’t deny the pull that Jesus’s words had on him.

But for [Y/N], that pull seemed to have stirred something deeper—something that scared her.

He stepped into the room, his heavy boots barely making a sound on the worn floorboards. [Y/N] didn’t look up as he approached, her gaze fixed on the floor. Gaius sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, careful not to invade her space.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently, his deep voice softened by the concern he felt.

For a moment, [Y/N] didn’t respond. The wind rattled the shutters, and Gaius wondered if she would keep silent. But then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she spoke.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

Her words, though quiet, hit Gaius like a blow to the chest. He had sensed her struggle, but hearing it from her lips made it real. He turned to look at her, his strong features softened by the concern in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” he asked, keeping his tone as gentle as possible.

[Y/N] finally lifted her gaze, her eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. “I heard Jesus speak again today,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “He spoke about God’s love, about forgiveness and trust. It was… it was beautiful, Father. But…” Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip, as if afraid to say more.

Gaius waited, sensing that she needed time to gather her thoughts. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he had learned to listen.

“But I’m afraid,” she finally admitted, her voice breaking. “What if… what if He’s wrong? What if it’s not true? What if we’re just… alone?” Her eyes filled with tears, and she quickly looked away, ashamed of her vulnerability.

Gaius felt a tightness in his chest. He had asked himself the same questions over and over since hearing Jesus speak. As a centurion, Gaius had always relied on his strength, his duty, and the orders given to him by Rome. But hearing Jesus… it had shaken something inside him too.

He reached out and placed a hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder, the gesture more tender than any words he could think to say. “I understand,” he said softly. “I’ve been wondering the same things.”

She looked up at him, surprised. Gaius wasn’t usually one to speak of doubt or fear. He had always been her rock, her protector. To hear that he, too, was questioning things made her feel a little less alone.

“But,” Gaius continued, his voice steady, “there’s something about His words. Something that feels… true. When He speaks, it’s like He’s reaching into the deepest parts of us—parts we’ve kept hidden for so long. Doesn’t it feel that way to you?”

[Y/N] nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “It does,” she whispered. “But it scares me.”

Gaius thought for a moment, searching for the right words to comfort her. He wasn’t a philosopher or a teacher, but something Jesus had said the last time Gaius had heard Him speak came to mind—words that had stuck with him ever since.

“Do you remember what He said about the sparrows?” Gaius asked softly, his voice gentle.

[Y/N] frowned slightly, thinking back to the speech. “Yes,” she said slowly. “He said… something about them not worrying because God takes care of them?”

Gaius nodded. “That’s right. He said, ‘Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.’ And He told us that we are worth more than many sparrows.”

[Y/N] looked at him, her brow furrowed slightly. “But how do we know?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “How do we know that we’re worth that much to God?”

Gaius smiled gently. “I don’t have all the answers,” he admitted. “But when I heard Him say those words, I felt something change inside me. Maybe it’s not about knowing, but about trusting. Trusting that God sees us, even when we feel small, even when we’re afraid.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “And maybe it’s about trusting that we don’t have to be alone in this.”

[Y/N] blinked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears once more, but this time they were tears of something else—something softer than fear.

“But what if I’m not ready to believe?” she asked quietly. “What if I’m still afraid?”

Gaius squeezed her shoulder gently. “Then be afraid,” he said, his voice filled with quiet strength. “It’s okay to be afraid. But don’t let that stop you from listening to Him. Don’t let that stop you from seeking the truth.”

He looked into her eyes, his gaze steady and reassuring. “I’ve lived my life obeying orders, following commands without question. But for the first time, I feel like there’s something more—something bigger than all of this. And I don’t want to miss it because I was too afraid.”

[Y/N] was silent for a long moment, her mind turning over his words. The storm outside raged on, but inside, something had shifted. The fear was still there, the uncertainty still lingered, but there was also a glimmer of something else—something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hope.

Gaius pulled her into a gentle hug, his large arms wrapping around her protectively. “We’ll figure this out together,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You don’t have to face this alone.”

As the rain began to fall, pattering softly against the window, [Y/N] rested her head against her father’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Scripture References:

Matthew 10:29-31 (NIV) - "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."

Are you taking requests right now? If you are, I would love and Andrew X female reader, how he would be as a husband and father 😊

I am!! This is a short one, but here’s a cute little scene of Andrew returning home from a trip.

You hastily organized the plates of food on the table as you muttered under your breath, double checking that you had everything.

“Cucumbers, goat cheese…oh! The pomegranate!”

You set the fruit down, turning it just so it’s at a perfect angle. Even though logically you knew it was silly to be concerned over that, you wanted everything to be perfect. As you finished cleaning up the counter, you heard the little patter of footsteps behind you, turning quickly with a scolding tone and wagging finger, “Daniel!”

Your son, a small boy with a mop of dark curls that made him look so painfully like his father, stood with his hand mid air in an attempt to grab some bread from the plates. He stared at you, frozen as if not moving would make him invisible. This was his third time trying to sneak food before it was time.

“Daniel, I told you, we will wait until your father gets home.”

He finally slumped, looking up at you with big eyes, “But Eema! Please?”

“No begging,” you say firmly, then kneel down to face him, “Abba has been traveling and is probably very hungry. You don’t want to be rude and eat without him, do you?”

He pouts, but nods. You kiss his forehead and smile, “Now go wash up. He’ll be here any minute.”

As Daniel rounded the corner, you hear a knock on the door. Excitement grips you as you rush to the door and open it. Your heart leaps in your chest at the sight of your husband, Andrew. He’s covered in dust from the road, carrying what few belongings he took with him, his eyes look weary, but still smiling as brightly as ever.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I was told the most beautiful woman in Capernaum lived here and had to see for myself.”

You giggle excitedly, unable to contain yourself as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace. He picks you up and spins, causing a few passersby to stare. Even for a husband and wife, such displays were perhaps immodest, but you couldn’t care less. He was finally home.

“I missed you,” you say, feeling tears well up. These long journeys always posed the question of when or whether he would return to her. So it was a blessing when he did.

“Not as much as I missed you,” he takes your face in his hands, kissing you gently, “I spent every second worried about the two of you.”

“Adonai provided,” you say gratefully, “Come, I want to hear everything!”

The moment he walked through the doorway, Daniel rushed him, squealing with delight. Andrew gathered him in his arms and lifted him up proudly.

“My boy! Oh, look at you! Did you get taller?”

“Half an inch!” He proclaims, “Eema measured me!”

“You’ll be taller than Uncle Peter before you know it!”

He sat Daniel down and looked at the table set with food, placing a hand on his stomach.

“Oh, food!” He sighed, reaching for a pomegranate.

You gently smack his hand away, “Ah! You need to wash up first, you’re covered in dust.”

He pouts and it looks exactly like Daniel. He knows not to argue with you, quickly cleaning up while Daniel inundated him with questions about his journey, how his Uncle Peter and Aunt Eden are doing, has he seen Matthew recently, how did the crowds respond to his preaching…and you listen with a smile on your face. Being the wife of an Apostle isn’t an easy life, but it is more rewarding than you could ever have imagined.