Breaking barriers

36- Theif

Prepare for Fluff ahead

"Dada..." the little girl whines when she wakes up alone in her crib. She's kicked her blankets off and she's cold and wants snuggled.

"Daddy!" She cries louder. Luke hears from his office and rushes to the girls room, she rarely sounds so upset waking up.

"What's wrong sweet pea?" He coos, scooping her up and holding her to his chest. "Shh baby, daddy's gotcha."

"C-code." She pouts, tear flow stopping now that she's got what she wants.

"Ah. You want some leggings and a hoodie?"

"Daddy's."

"Daddy's what?"

"Hood." Delilah mumbles, nuzzling into lukes neck.

"Daddy's hoodie? Alright sweetheart, I can do that, lemme put some leggings on you." Luke slips some black leggings up her legs and over her butt and then picks her up and takes her to his room, taking off the t shirt of his she was wearing and getting his yellow hoodie.

"Arms up!" He smiles and puts the hoodie on her. Delilah happily snuggles into the fabric and takes a deep inhale. Clearly Luke didn't wash this after the last time he wore it because it smells just like him and she loves it, giggling and Luke coos and pinched her cheek.

"Tanka dada." She smiles, then puckers up her lips.

"What are you making that silly face for?" Luke teases, laughing at the whine he gets.

Delilah doesn't bother playing back, she grabs his cheeks and pulls his face to hers, connecting their lips and making a big smooch sound before pulling away.

"Ew." Luke teases, wiping his lips and Delilah gasps offendedly and kisses him again, grabbing his hand and not letting him wipe it off again, giggling when Luke tickles her as revenge.

"Daddy, num nums?" She asks when he picks her back up. Luke smiles.

"Say food, baby."

She frowns. "No. Num nums." Delilah objects, shaking her head.

"Food is how big girls say num nums. Aren't you a big girl?" Luke chides teasingly, trying to egg her into using real words.

"Nope." Delilah pops the p and Luke laughs, knowing she learned that mannerism from him. "I'm baby."

"No, you need to start using your big girl words. You don't wanna use words big people don't understand right? Say food."

"Nope."

"Delilah, food. Say food."

"No. Num nums daddy."

Luke sighs and rolls his eyes, giving up for now.

Luke makes the girl chicken nuggets and Mac n cheese and as he sets her plate in front of her she frowns. "Baba?"

"Only if you say bottle."

"Baba!" She whines, not liking like trying to change her vocabulary all the sudden.

"You can have grape juice if you say bottle." Delilah glares.

"Chocate mik." She bargains and Luke chuckles.

"Sure. Only if you say bottle though."

"Bottle."

"Good girl. Now say food."

"No! Say bottle get bottle!" Delilah protests, Luke knows what she means, 'that was not the deal.'

"You want chocolate milk? Say food."

"Nope. No want." She shakes her head and turns back to her Mac n cheese, taking a bite.

"Then you can have water." Delilah shrugs, stubborn as ever.

"Daddy mean. He say "say bottle get Chocate mik" but he no gimme. Daddy bad." Delilah turns to her stuffed puppy and explains very loudly. Luke chuckles and bites his own nugget.

The next day, Luke comes to get delilah in the morning and sees her still in his hoodie and her leggings and he smiles. "Sweet girl." He whispers, scooping her sleeping self up and rocking her gently to wake her, as it's nearing 9:30 and he doesn't want her sleeping too late or she'll be tired all day for some reason.

Delilah yawns and sits up, smiling sleepily.

"Hey babydoll. You ready to get dressed?"

"Down." Delilah wiggles, and as soon as she's free runs to lukes room and grabs a dark red hoodie, pushing it to her face and inhaling to make sure it smells like him and then handing it to Luke and taking off the yellow one, tossing it on the bed. Luke chuckles and complies, putting it on her, and she grabs the yellow one and goes back to her room, grabbing a hanger and hanging it in her own closet.

"Hey! That's mine, what are you doing with that?" Luke laughs.

"Mine." Delilah says, matter of factly.

"No, daddy's."

"Daddy mine, daddy shirt mine." She argues her logic, smiling at Luke and grabbing some grey yoga leggings and let daddy put on her despite being perfectly capable of dressing herself if she wants to. She's been even more reliant on Luke lately since she stopped not letting her help him, he doesn't mind.

This behavior continues for the next three days as well, Delilah changes which sweatshirt of lukes she wears that day and puts the old one in her own closet

Right now she's down for a nap in daddy's bed and after cleaning up the house he decided it's a good time to take back his clothes.

Delilah wakes up and whines when daddy's not holding her anymore like he was when she feel asleep, standing and waddling to where she can hear him rustling around.

"Hey!" She shouts when she catches him taking the sweatshirts off her hangers and heading back to his own closet. "No!" She scolds.

"Yes!" Luke laughs at being caught. "These are DADDYS!"

"NO!" Delilah shouts, giggling as she tries to pull the clothes away from the blonde.

"No! Daddy's!" Luke argues, dragging them to his room despite the girl being still attached.

"B-but... dadddy!" She wails, beginning to cry and Luke coos, letting go and picking her up, comforting her as he slightly chuckles at the tired and probably hungry and overall emotional girl. Delilah rests his head and his shoulder and smiles in victory while keeping up her sniffling noises as he tells her it's okay, she can keep the hoodies.