Luke sighs at the whiny little girl who can't seem to go without his attention for so much as five minutes while he makes lunch. It's absolutely adorable, he knows, but not the most convenient thing ever when he also has to feed the girl at some point.
"Here, princess. Stay in your room, and.... ooh! You can color, isn't that fun?" He kisses her cheek as he sets her down in front of the coloring books and markers, and she gets right to work scribbling the pages in and giggling.
Luke sighs in relief and he's back to the kitchen to finish the little girls and his lunch, mac n cheese with cut up hotdogs.
Delilah sighs as she finishes the third page of coloring kittens and puppies and fishes and ponies and whatever else baby animal the book provides.
But she doesn't want to color anymore. She wants her own picture. She looks around for some plain paper, but when she can't find any, she huffs and stomps, before getting a new, fun idea.
She grabs the purple marker and goes to her wall, which is a nice pale pink.
She begins making her beautiful masterpiece, smiling as she gets different colors and adds them to her work.
"Baby- Delilah Rose Hemmings!" Luke scolds as he enters the room to see her pretty walls all painted with marker.
"Daddy!" The raven haired girl giggles, pig tails bouncing.
"No, Delilah! Bad!" He scolds, standing towering above her.
How rude, Delilah thinks. Even if it is bad, he could still pretend he likes her artwork.
Delilah huffs and stomps, chuffed at her daddy's rudeness, and turns back to her work, scribbling some more.
She squeals when met with a smack on her backside, spinning angrily to Luke and glaring.
"No!" She protests, stomping her foot again. Luke holds out his hand for the marker, glowering at the small girl as they have a standoff.
"Give it to me, Delilah." He growls, reaching for the marker. She pulls away and turns back to the wall, scribbling angrily. How dare he.
"Delilah!" Luke says as he lays another smack on her bottom, and she makes a sound between a scream and a growl, spinning back to Luke and chucking the marker at his angry face.
Why is he acting like this and how can she make him stop is all she can wonder. She recalls the time she hit him and was met with a "bad! No hit!" So why is it any different for daddy?
"Delilah rose hemmings! Absolutely not ok!" He grabs her arm and pulls her struggling body towards him, laying down another three smacks over her skirt, and the little girl's lip trembles, tears streaming down her face at the stinging in her behind and her daddy's harsh tone and angry face.
She breaks out into sobs and Luke sighs and picks her up, bouncing her as he carries her down the stairs, kissing her head comfortingly.
"Yes babygirl, I know, you're okay." Luke comforts, sitting her in the timeout chair against the wall.
"Stay there." He points sternly at her, and she pouts up at him, wide green eyes twinkling pitifully.
Obviously she didn't understand the meaning of the timeout chair quite yet, so Luke only made her sit there on her sore bum whining while he heated up their food, and then took her down and sat her in his lap while he fed her and himself.
"No hip, daddy..." Delilah pouts as Luke looks down at her. He tries not to chuckle, and thinks of a response. She wouldn't be able to understand his explanation any way.
"Daddy didn't hit. Daddy gave you spankies." He smiles, kissing her head.
"Daddy hip."
"No. Don't go around telling people daddy hips you." Luke chuckles. "Can you say spankie?"
"Ss-sppaaaa-spakie."
"Hmhm. Daddy gave you a spankie." He chuckles, and Delilah frowns, seeming to understand the word.
"No spakie." Delilah orders. "Daddy no spakie Delilah."
"Then Delilah no bad girl for daddy." Luke chuckles, kissing her head.
The small girl huffs, turning to the blonde man. "Delilah no bad."
Luke smiles. "Good. You're a good girl, hmm?"
"Delilah no bad." She mutters to herself as she continues eating.
After lunch, Luke grabs two magic erasers and takes Delilah upstairs to her room, wetting f them and handing one to her, then beginning to scrub the marks off the wall.
"Daddy..." delilah whines.
"Cmon, little girl. Help daddy clean up your mess." Luke says, glad she only had time to scribble a small portion of one wall.
Delilah huffs but follows Luke's example, and they both scrub until there's no more marker on the wall.
Luke grabs Delilahs markers and coloring book.
"These are for in here Delilah. No where else." He says as he uncaps a marker and scribbles a bit. "Not on the wall."
He scribbles in the book some more. "Yes."
He points the marker to the wall. "No."
He looks to the girl who seems to semi understand the message he's trying to deliver.
She points to the book. "Es." Then to the wall. "No."
"Good girl." He pecks her lips. He picks up the blue marker.
"Can you tell daddy what this is, Delilah?"
She raises an eyebrow.
"Blue." Luke chuckles.
"Boo!" She says excitedly. She grabs her coloring book and shows Luke all the places she colored blue, and Luke chuckles and nods.
"Good job, baby." Luke smiles, kissing her head.
"K-kee-"
"Kiss?" Luke asks.
"Kissy!" She giggles, kissing her daddy's cheek.
Luke smiles and looks at her arms, all covered in marker. He thanks god she avoided getting it on her pretty white skirt.
"I think my princess needs a bath." He chuckles, scooping her up.
"Delilah hold still for a second!" Luke laughs as the girl tries to pull away and play with her stuffies, despite Luke's struggling to put her pajamas on her.
"If you'd hold still for a second this would go a lot quicker, and you could play for a minute while daddy gets your bottle." He pins the girl between his legs as he puts her pajamas on her finally, releasing her to play with her toys in the living room while he makes her a bottle.
"Babyyyydollllll." Luke sings. The little girl pouts as she sees the bottle, knowing it means bedtime is coming soon.
Regardless, she crawls into Luke's lap and lays against him to let him feed her the bottle, because the way the blonde man makes bottles is absolutely delicious.
The little girls eyes twinkle gorgeously at Luke and he can't help but coo at the precious baby.
"Such a sweet little girl..."
Delilah giggles up at him and he smiles brightly.
"I definitely made the right decision, huh princess? Nana Liz is gonna be so happy, and uncle Ben and jack and papa, you're gonna be the center of attention when we go to grandmas, just how you like, huh?" He smiles as delilahs eyes droop a bit and she tries to keep them open and look at and listen to her daddy's soothing voice. "Shh, there we go, close your pretty eyes, doll. Such a good girl. Daddy's girl."
Luke carries her upstairs, ignoring her sleepy whines as he takes her to her nursery and sits in the rocking chair with Delilah snuggled into his lap.
When he thinks she's asleep, he tries to put her in her crib.
"Daddy!" She whines quietly.
"No baby..." he sighs. "Go to sleep, baby."
"Tuf. Fock Tuf."
Luke smiles and gives her her fox stuffy and a dummy.
"Goodnight baby..." he tries to leave but the little girl lets out a cry.
"Ok, ok baby. I'm not doing this tonight." He lifts her out of the crib and takes her to his room.