"Deliiiilllllaaahhh!" Luke sings, chuckling as he walks back into the living room after putting all the dishes from dinner in the dishwasher.

The raven haired girl is sitting on the carpet of the living room floor, intently watching the cartoon while chewing on her stuffed puppies ear.

"Delilah, babygirl." He says as he bends down to grab her. She whines and tries to look over his shoulder at the tv but her daddy turns the show off.

"No! Daaaaa!" She whines. Luke pecks her nose as he carries her up the stairs to her nursery.

He puts her in her crib with a blanket and pillow and kisses her forehead.

"Goodnight, dolly." He chuckles, going to leave the room, but is met with a scream as Delilah realizes he's attempted to just leave her all alone.

He spins on his heel and walks back to her crib, sighing as he picks her up, which silences her scream.

"No. That's a bad girl. No." He scolds, patting her bottom.

"No! No da!" Delilah cries.

Luke shushes her and tries to put her back in her crib, only to receive the same result.

"AHHHHHHH!" He cringed and scoops her up again, carrying her downstairs.

"How bout a bottle before bedtime, huh princess?" He sighs.

"No! No!" She pouts. He makes her a bottle of mild with vanilla and sugar and heats it up, cradling her in his arms as he tries to feed it to her.

She refuses to open her mouth as Luke carries her up the stairs, plopping down in a rocking chair with her laying in his lap.

"Cmon, babe. Eat for daddy."

"Daddy." She whines.

"Yes, daddy." He chuckles.

"Da-" this time, when she says it, he puts the bottle between her open lips, making her pout, but she drinks the yummy substance anyway.

It does make her a bit sleepy, but still, when she's finished and Luke tries to put her in the crib, she screams.

"NOOOO!"

Luke smacks her bottom in warning, which makes her cry, just as it did last time.

She wiggles so he sets her down, and she immediately runs out of the room.

Luke sighs and chases after her, calling her.

"Delilah! No! Come here right now! Bad girl!" He scolds as she escapes his reach by an inch and darts around a corner.

He follows her into the room she's cornered herself in and scoops her up, landing another slap to her bottom, and she starts sobbing.

"No! No da!"

"Yes. Bedtime." He sighs as he carries her to her crib.

She tries to scream, but Luke claps a hand over her mouth, grabbing a binky and putting it in her mouth.

"Nuuu!" She says around it. "Duh-dee nuu!"

"Yes, Delilah. It's bedtime. Go to sleep." He lays her down and tucks her in, but she reaches up and takes the binky out of her mouth.

"Tuf! Tuf! Da!" She whines. Luke sighs and grabs a few more stuffies, putting them in with her, before leaving the room, ignoring her when she screams this time.

Soon, her cries quiet and Luke sighs in relief flopping down into his bed, until he hears a loud thump.

He stands and runs to Delilahs room to see she's sitting on the floor, trying to get up, dummy still in her mouth.

She glances up, knowing she's been caught, and whines. Luke only picks her up and puts her back in her crib, leaving the room again.

This time, it's longer before he hears the noise, maybe ten minutes, and it's not a thump, but it's noise.

He stands and goes down the hall to Delilahs room, only to see her running down the hall in front of him.

He jogs foreword and catches her, scooping her up again and putting her back in her crib.

"Stay!" He scolds. "Sleep, Delilah."

"No daddy!"

"Yes babygirl." He sighs, leaving the room once more, and laying down in his bed.

He makes rude not to fall asleep, and after twenty minutes, he gets suspicious. He goes into Delilahs room to see her crawling out of her crib as slowly and carefully as possible.

"Delilah!" He barks, and the girl helps and almost falls, but Luke grabs her.

"Da!" She whines. He raises an eyebrow because she's pointing g to the door. He sighs, realizing she might actually need something.

"Hmm baby?"

"Da! Da!" She whines frustratedly.

"What baby?"

She seems to realize something and does the thing little kids do when they have to go to the bathroom.

"Ah. I guess daddy is no good at that one, huh?" Luke chuckles.

"Say 'potty' baby." He coaxed, seeing as she doesn't seem to have to go too bad.

"Potty." He repeats slowly, pulling the binky out of her mouth. "Potty." He says again.

"Pa-" she stutters.

"That's it, babe. Potty."

"Potty." She says slowly, and Luke smiles and nods.

"Good girl. Potty." He picks her up and carries her to the bathroom, kissing her cheek.

He sets her down and points into the bathroom, again repeating the word. "Potty."

"Potty!" She says back, giggling.

He smiles and sends her in, and she goes to the bathroom and washes her hands before letting Luke pick her up again, but she still cries when he tries to put her in her crib.

"Baby-"

"Potty!"

"You do not have to go potty again." He rolls his eyes. He decides to put a pull up on her just incase, to which she whines and cries but let's him for the most part.

"There. You can go potty in there. Bedtime, give daddy a kiss goodnight." He kisses her cheek and then taps his own and she lays a kiss down.

Again, he tries to put her in her crib, but she holds tightly to his neck, laying kisses all over his cheeks as he chuckles and she giggles.

"Just because you give daddy kisses doesn't mean you don't have to go to bed." He chuckles, setting her in the crib, and she starts crying again. He lays her down and tucks her in once more.

"Tuf."

"You have plenty of stuffies. Daddy is going to bed. Stay in your crib." He sighs.

He lays down in bed, praying the girl will fall asleep. Thirty minutes later, he hears a thud, but this time, it's downstairs, and it's followed by crying.

Luke jumps up and runs down the stairs, turning on the lights to see his little girl must've not been able to see and wacked her head on some thing, as she was sitting on the ground, crying, holding her head.

Luke sighed and picked her up, kissing her head, and making another bottle.

This time, Luke made sure she was asleep before he ever put her in her cradle.