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1. (or; the one phoenix was expecting)
"Daddy?"
Phoenix stirred in his bed. He let his eyes drift open to see Trucy peeking her head into his bedroom.
He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes as he sat up. He yawned, "What is it, sweetheart?"
"I made you breakfast." He stopped. He shifted his elbow up so his palm wouldn't be blocking his view as Trucy pushed the door further open. She was carrying a large tray, he wondered briefly where she had gotten it, filled with food. There was a tall glass of orange juice, a plate with heart-shaped pancakes that dripped with syrup, and a smaller plate filled with bacon and sausage.
"Oh wow." He stared at the food as she placed it on his lap. He glanced over at her, seeing her watching him with excited eyes. "When did you learn to cook like this?"
"I had someone teach me." She watched as he picked one of the bacon strips up and popped it into his mouth. "Do you like it?"
"Mhm," Phoenix murmured, as enthusiastically as he could with food in his mouth. He swallowed before asking, "Though, I don't quite understand why you decided to make me breakfast today."
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Daddy, it's father's day."
"Ooooh." He reached over, snagging Trucy by her hip. He pulled her close to him and pressed a kiss against her forehead. His daughter giggled as he did. "Thank you sweetheart."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it."
"Uh huh." He smiled up at her and patted the bed next to him. "Come on. There's a lot of food here and there's no one I want to share it with more then my daughter."
"Are you sure?"
"Yup."
As she crawled onto his bed with him, cape swinging briefly before she curled into his side and snagged a piece of sausage, Phoenix found himself staring at her. For far from the first time in their years together, he found himself thinking about how lucky he was to have ended up with such an amazing girl as his daughter.
He smiled to himself a bit as he returned to the food, slapping at her hand. "I said I would share with you, but that doesn't mean you can have my bacon, Truce."
2. (or: the first one he wasn't)
"-got it, Maya. Thank you." Phoenix held his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he opened the office door. He had considered, briefly, the idea of taking today off, but there was paperwork to be done for their last case and he would have felt bad leaving the kids to do it by themselves. He slipped inside. "Uh huh...Ok. Love you. Bye."
When his best friend had said her own goodbye, Phoenix reached up for the phone and ended the call.
"Talking to Mystic Maya, boss?"
He looked behind him to see Athena coming in the door.
"Yeah," he said. "She was wishing me a happy father's day and telling me about some things."
"That's today?" Athena asked.
"Yes."
"I thought it was next week..."
Phoenix hummed in response. He went to the small kitchenette, asking, "Do you want a cup of coffee, Athena? It's going to be a long day. There's paperwork from your case and Apollo's."
"Not right now, thanks."
He cast a glance behind him. It was rare for Athena not to want coffee, especially on days when paperwork was involved. The girl was bent over her desk, rummaging through the drawers of her desk.
She didn't look sick or injured...
"Mmm....okay then."
He took the coffee from the cabinet and poured it into the machine.
It wasn't until the coffee was brewing that Athena spoke again, "Boss, I've got something for you."
"Mm? If it needs signed, I'll need a pen from the-" He stopped as he turned around.
Athena was standing in front of him with a glassy white mug in her hands. He could see the beginnings of a hand painted gavel on the side facing away from him while the side towards him read 'Your the coolest dad and no ones objecting'. She shifted from foot to foot nervously. It was strange to see when Athena was usually so confident in herself.
"You've done a lot for me," she said. "So I wanted to show you how much I appreciated it..."
A soft smile settled over Phoenix's lips. He reached forward, placing one hand on the cup. The tips of his fingers brushed her hand. "Thank you, Athena."
A smile spread across her features, relief and happiness taking over nervousness. "No problem, boss."
3. (or: the one Edgeworth didn't expect)
Edgeworth was jerked from his work by a loud ringing to his left. He blinked several times, trying to clear his head of the case review he'd been reading, before reaching for his desk phone.
"Edgeworth speaking," he answered.
"Mr. Edgeworth, Trucy's here to see you," said the secretary on the other end. "Should I sent her up?"
"Yes, please do." There was a soft hum before the line went dead.
Edgeworth placed the phone back on the receiver before glancing at the clock. It was well after three so it wasn't as though Trucy was supposed to be in school, but he still found her dropping by strange. He figured she would be glued to Phoenix for today, especially given all the preparation she'd done over the last few weeks.
He mulled over the potential reasons for her visit as he waited. She couldn't have burned their apartment down earlier, he would have known since he was both Wright's emergency contacts. He rarely saw her fight with Phoenix, even when he was being overbearing, so he doubted it was that.
A soft knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. It was cracked open, Trucy popping just her head in, "Mr. Edgeworth?"
"Hello, Miss. Wright," he greeted. "Come in." As she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, he said, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon?"
"I brought lunch," she declared. She raised her arm, showing him a large picnic basket in her hands. "There's sandwiches and bags of chips. Oh! And I got Klavier to help me make something German for you for dessert. It's called..." She went quiet for a moment, thinking, before finishing, "Franzbrötchen! He said he didn't know if you enjoyed it, but that it was one of his favorites."
He could recognize an invitation to speak when it was presented. "I find it very enjoyable myself."
She set the basket on his desk. "I brought some tea as well, just in case you didn't have anything."
As Trucy opened the the basket, Edgeworth took the time to ask, "This is all very sweet of you, Trucy. But, what is it for?"
"Father's day," she said. She pulled two plates out of the basket and set them on the desk. A moment of silence passed before she looked up. "You've done just as much for me as Daddy has...Just because your not on my adoption certificate doesn't mean you aren't my father."
4. (or the second one he didn't)
As Phoenix shuffled out of the bathroom, he heard his phone begin to ring.
Stepping around the various things littering the floor - Trucy's backpack, his own briefcase, and the chess board that hadn't been put away after Edgeworth had left - he made his way over to it and plucked it from the table without looking at it.
"Hello," he greeted, shoving it between his shoulder and cheek as he toweled his hair. "Phoenix Wright speaking."
"Ah....Mr. Wright, sorry for calling so late."
"It's no problem, Apollo." He leaned against the table. "What's up? If you need help with your case, I can look at it tomorrow morning."
"No, it's not that. I have the case covered."
Phoenix waited patiently, expecting Apollo to explain the reason for his call. When several seconds passed by with no explanation, he straightened a bit. "Apollo, is everything okay? Should I come pick you up?"
"It's nothing like that," Apollo assured. "It's just that it was getting late and I didn't want to miss the opportunity to tell you...." He heard the younger man take a deep breath, "Happy father's day. And thank you for taking care of me."
Phoenix was momentarily stunned. Then fondness welled in his chest. He let out a soft chuckle before saying, "Thank you, Apollo."
There was a comfortable, quiet moment.
"That's all I wanted to say," Apollo murmured. "Goodnight, Mr. Wright."
"Night, kiddo. See you tomorrow."