A/N First LG story since there are really no Trick stories at all. So here is a Kenzi Trick story that I hope you guys like. I would like to know how you guys feel. Oh and please excuse my Grammar I'm a little tired.

Sure sometimes she was annoying, rude, and sometimes outright stubborn, but that was Kenzi. Blood King or not, as soon as Trick met Kenzi he knew she was special. She was the happy go-lucky girl that could never fail in making him smile. A God given solace you could call her. She was just so delightful. He couldn't count how many times she had made him smile on days where he would rather not. He couldn't even measure up how much more courage she had than any other fae he had ever known. She was his. Not in a romantic way. It was almost paternal. He would fill her cup with all sorts of alcoholic drinks and she would fill his days with smiles.

She had a beautiful smile. Just as beautiful as Bo's he often reminded himself. Even sometimes he would laugh at himself wondering how he got stuck with two granddaughters instead of one. And yes in his head she was his granddaughter.

He spoiled her. He would give her beverage after beverage allowing her to drown away all the pain away from yesterday. Then when her hangover seemed to cease no end he would smirk as he placed the aspirin and glass of water in front of her. When things went wrong he was the first to know. He succumbed to her endless gossip and worrisome rants. Then when the day was done and her day battles would cease its end he would look into her mystifying light blue eyes. He would look into her tired eyes and sympathize with her, pouring a shot of vodka in a glass reserved for her.

He admired her, claiming her spirit to be a honey badger that really didn't give a shit about life, but lived in the moment.

He would take pride in her often telling her how good she did, congratulating not only Bo's victory but their victory as a whole.

He loved her. He loved her every fault and insecurity. He loved her sarcasm and little whines for 'more beverage'. He loves the way she is never willing to back down from a fight. He loves that she is different. He loves that she is his.

Some part of him hates himself for loving her because he is fae after all. She'll be long gone and he'll still be here. He hates that she is so fragile, that he can't have her for hundreds of more years. He hates that he already knows she's going to leave, that she's already almost gone, but maybe that's why he loves her so much. Maybe that's why when around her he lives life to the fullest.

Or maybe it's because he is her grandfather and that's just what grandfathers…do