"Priiinceeessssaaaa, it's time to wake up." Luke sings quietly as he gently picks his little one up out of the crib she had to sleep in last night because she was being naughty and throwing things.

"No." SHe huffs, eyes closed and a frown on her porcelain face.

"Yes, dolly. Nana wants us to go to church with her since it's Easter. You get to dress up, and I bet they'll have candy." Luke balances her on his hip and she buries her face in his neck as he slowly walks around the room, lit only by the early morning sun.

"No." Delilah whines, struggling to be put back down.

"I know babygirl, daddy doesn't really want to either, but if you're a good girl daddy will get you a new toy. You want a new stuffie?"

"Tuffie."

"Yep, but you have to be a good baby, can you say good baby?"

"Goo behbeeee." She yawns. Her daddy chuckles and coos in adoration before going to her closet.

"Nooo!" She screams when he pulls out a white dress with pastel colored flowers.

"You don't wanna wear this one?"

"No go!"

"We have to babydoll, so what dress do you want?"

"Daddy!" She sobs.

"Calm down princess. Why are you acting so bratty today? I know it's not cuz you're too tired, I got you asleep at 9."

"No! Bad daddy!"

"Pick your dress or daddy will put this one on you."

"No go!" Delilahs throws her self to the floor the second Luke sets her down.

Luke sighs and picks out three dresses, hanging them on the hooks on the wall.

"Choose one of these baby."

"Daddy!"

"Look, that ones... what color baby?"

"No!"

"It's blue princess. Say blue."

"No!"

Luke sighs in annoyance.

"What about this one, what color?"

"NO!"

Again, luke picks Delilah up and sets her sobbing body on his hip.

"Delilah, be good or no stuffie. That ones pink. Say pink?"

"No!"

"Which one do you want? Choose quick or daddy will pick for you."

"NO!"

"Okay, this it is then." The blonde smiles gently, taking the white floral dress off the hanger, slightly glad he was able to pick because Liz had bought Delilah this dress specifically for Easter Day church when she requested they go a week ago, (after thoroughly scolding Luke for losing her grandbabygirl at the fair.)

"Now let daddy take off your pjs." The emerald eyes girl doesn't struggle to let her daddy take the onesie off, but as soon as shes free she's running out the room and down the hall.

"Delilah hemmings get your naughty little ass back here right now!" He scolds, jumping up and chasing the barely dressed girl down the stairs. "How many times has daddy told you not to run in the stairs?!" He attempts to grab her but she barely manages to escape him.

"Delilah! Don't you fucking dare! Come here!" Luke hollers in his scariest daddy voice. Delilah rethinks going outside, lets go of the door knob, and tries to run the other way, but Luke catches her arm.

She shrieks and her hands fly to cover her barely protected backside as she smiles up innocently at the glowering blonde.

"No so-spy- spu-"

"Spankies?" Luke raises as eyebrow at her stuttering.

"No spakies."

"Daddy should give you a good smack you brat." Luke rolls his eyes, picking the girl up and setting her on his hip. He marches up the stairs as the little one on his hip pouts.

"Daddy is putting that dress on you and braiding your hair and you're either gonna be a good girl and let daddy do it or daddy is gonna do it anyway and it won't be pleasant for anyone."

The broad man sets her on the changing table and grabs the dress.

"No!"

"Yes. Sit still." Luke manages to get the dress zipped up on her, but if you were standing outside the room and couldn't see that he as simply dressing her, you might think he was skinning her alive by the sound of her protests.

"Stop it Delilah! Sit still, i am going to braid your hair all nice and pretty!"

Delilah screams and wails as Luke pulls her hair into two French braids, leaving the entire pony tail out to be all pretty and wavy from her neck down; mostly because he doesn't want to deal with her long enough the finish.

He repeatedly tries shoving a dummy in her mouth but she throws or spits it out at him.

"Such a brat." Luke growls as he fights her to put knee high white socks on with baby blue heels over them. "Daddy loves you though." He kisses her teary cheeks.

"Alright, now daddy just has to pack you a bag and we can go. Play with your toys."

"C-c-" Delilah can't seem to find the word she's looking for, so instead she points to the coloring books on the shelf.

"I'll pack those, for now play with your stuffies."

"No!" Delilah throws herself on the ground and cries.

The blonde sighs, and begins packing her bags as she cries
like she's in pain, sobbing out whatever words she knows.

"You want me to bring Momo, or do you want your fox?"

"Momo" she mumbles between cries, and Luke chuckles.

He leaves the little one where she lies as he goes to the kitchen to pack snacks and juice.

"Alright babydoll, come here." Obviously, she doesn't listen, although Luke knows she knows full well exactly what he said. He quickly goes upstairs and picks her up, carrying her to the car and giving her her momo, a paci, and some dry cereal for breakfast.

"Tuf?"

"You're not playing on daddy's phone, you were a bad girl all morning."

Needless to say, the rest of the car ride is filled with shrieks and screams.

Daddy Luke is absolutely exhausted and annoyed beyond belief when they reach the church, and he's pretty sure he's deaf judging by the continuous ringing in his ears.

"Delilah hemmings, you shut your mouth right now before daddy smacks it." Luke threatens as he unbuckled Delilah. "Your throat has to hurt, girl."

"No!" She yells as Luke takes her out and sets we on the ground.

"If you scream one more-"

"NO!" The little girl shrieks, and Luke tries to not let anyone see as he lays a few harsh smacks down, which make her scream louder. He smacks her mouth and she sobs.

"Luke, hon, that you?" Liz asks.

"Yes, I'm having trouble with miss brat though."

"She's not that bad." Luke glares at his mother before uncovering the little ones mouth and picking her up under the arms. He holds her out to the older woman.

"You take her then." He spits, absolutely done with her behavior. "I need a break."

Liz takes her from Luke and lets him go inside as she tries to calm the inconsolable child.

"Geez, kid, your daddy is right." She huffs. "No! No hitting!"

"Daddy! Wan daddy!"

Liz sighs. "Be quiet and we can go see him. Hush!" Delilah seems to understand and keeps her cries to sniffles for a moment as Liz carries her in to where Luke is standing talking with the rest of the hemmings family.

"She said she wants daddy." Liz chuckles.

"Well her daddy doesn't want her right now." Luke snaps, surprising everyone thoroughly. Luke was usually pretty patient, and they'd never imagine he'd be so harsh towards the little one.

Delilah understands him and gasps slightly, fresh tears filling her eyes.

His chest instantly floods with guilt and embarrassment and he sighs.

"I'm sorry, here," he takes the kicking little one from his mothers arms and carries her to a more secluded area.

"You need to stop crying and behave yourself." He says as he sets her down, looking into her eyes.

"No! No daddy! Wan nana! No daddy! Bad daddy!" She whimpers. Luke sighs. Still not perfect, but better than the screaming.

"Are you upset with daddy?"

"Bad daddy!"

"Yeah. You heard what I said, huh? That wasn't very nice of daddy, was it? No. Okay, daddy is very very so so very sorry. Yeah? So sorry. I am so sorry princess."

"No. Bad daddy." Delilah crosses her arms and pouts. "Daddy spakie."

"You think daddy should get spankies?"

"Es?"

"Well, I bet nana is gonna put me in timeout, yeah?"

"Bad daddy."

"That's right. Daddy loves you so much though baby. Kisses?"

"No." She turns he face away, but let's the man miss at her cheeks and forehead, repeating the phrase.

"Forgive daddy?"

"No."

"Aw. Alright. Well, behave anyway."

"No."

"Please baby?"

"Nana."

"Alright, you can go to nana." He nods. The little one runs to nana and hugs around her legs, crying. Luke sighs and stand back up straight, after having been squat down to talk to Delilah.

Liz picks her up as Luke stand by her.

"She's mad at me." Luke sighs with a fake pout, trying to get Delilah attention and win her back, but she refuses to look at him.

"She has a good reason." Liz raises an eyebrow.

"I know, mum. I didn't mean to say that- I didn't mean it."

"I know that, sweetie. But she doesn't." Luke's heart clenches as he sighs and nods.

The service starts and everyone sits down amongst their family, and it takes about 5 minutes for Delilah to get antsy.

"Color, doll." Luke whispers. Delilah glares.

"No." She says. Liz pats her mouth and she whines.

"Delilah, be quiet!" The blonde hisses. "Color."

"No!"

Luke clenches his teeth, deciding to give up and pay attention to the service again. Delilah wiggles and whines in Lizs lap.

"Be quiet Delilah." Liz tries.

"Go!" Delilah says rather loudly, drawing eyes to the family.

"Delilah, you behave yourself!" Luke hisses, pulling her into his lap, causing her to whine loudly and struggle. Luke puts a hand over her mouth and glares.

He takes out her coloring book and crayons and some fruit.

"Be quiet for daddy, please." He asks nicely.

She tries to whine something loudly but Luke's hand is over her mouth.

"Do what daddy says."

She angrily scribbles, being as loud as possible and breaking crayons.

"Potty." She huffs loudly. Luke sighs and puts her stuff down, standing and carrying her to the bathroom.

"Quickly." He says as he waits outside.

A few minutes later Delilah comes out, crying, seemingly for no reason.

"What, baby?" Luke sighs exasperatedly as he checks her over.

"No!" She yells, and Luke cringes as everyone looks at them.

"Quiet!"

"AHH-" Luke claps a hand over her mouth as he picks her up and drags her outside.

She continues screaming relentlessly no matter what Luke tries to do to stop her.

"Delilah, daddy is going to spank you if you don't quit this. I really don't want to!" He says as she kicks and flails and screams.

"Fine." He sighs after another minute. He snatches her up and takes her farther from the church, to his car. He sits in the front seat and drags her over his lap, flipping up the skirt of the dress and beginning to smack her ass, only hard enough to sting and remind her to behave, not enough to hurt her bad, although it'll leave a reminder for a bit.

After about fifteen smacks her picks her back up into his lap so she's straddling him as she sobs.

"I know babydoll, daddy's sorry, I didn't want to, but you left me no choice, princess. Gotta be good. Are you gonna be a good girl now?"

"Daddy!" She cries.

"I know, but daddy had to. I love you so much baby, you just gotta be a good girl. You're sick a good girl, yeah? Be daddy's little perfect baby girl?"

"Good baby." She mumbles, cuddling up to her daddy as she sniffles.

"Ok, can we go back in and be a good girl? You can have some juice, yeah?"

"Es."

"Good girl." Luke gets out and carries the clingy little back inside.

After about ten minutes, she's asleep.

"What took so long? Was she acting up again?"

"Yeah. I had to give her a spanking, like, a real one. I've only ever had to give her a few quick smacks before." Luke pouts.

"She'll live." Liz smiles reassuringly.

After the service, with Luke gently carrying his baby about and letting people coo over her sleeping self, the family goes to lunch and Delilah wakes up.

"Daddy." She says, pointing to a picture of pancakes with strawberries.

"That's what you want? Sure doll."