He tried not to think about how much he wanted to hex both of those women who had done that to his daughter over 6 years ago - he tried to set a good example for Wren, that hexes and thrown fists weren't the answer to life's problems, yet he couldn't help the wave of anger that surged through him when he thought about someone hurting Wren. For the way he lived his life now, the things he taught his daughter - it was impossible for him to deny that he would have given up all that talk about the ideals of avoiding violence for his daughter.
"People are threatened by it because they think others will suddenly decide that it would be better to have children without getting married as well." He started. "And those are the people who think there is only one proper way to live, and anyone who doesn't fit into their view of the way things should work is a threat. And you're right it is stupid."
He sighed brushing his fingers over her hair again. "I'm glad you're not ashamed, you shouldn't have to be - not about your mother and I, or of anything you are, or whatever you decide to be in the future." He kissed the top of her head. "You are my gorgeous, brilliant, beautiful, too-smart-for-her-own-good daughter and I will always love you for everything you are."
"Okay I'll be willing to give you a fifty/fifty split on that this time, but don't tell your mother." He told her with a small smile.