AN: I've had this sitting in my drafts for probably over a year and didn't want to publish it because it didn't feel done but I also had no clue what else to write so I just decided to publish it anyway I'm sorry guys here ya go 😭 don't kill me

Delilah wakes up and looks up at her blonde caregiver with a smile, taking a deep breath. She stretches and yawns, whining a bit as she always does when she stretches but she tries to keep it down so she doesn't wake Luke. She cuddles into him for a while more before getting bored and slipping out of bed, going to her room and looking around.

Nothing in here looks like something she wants to do. She goes to the closet and frowns when nothing really looks like something she wants to wear, either. She picks out a plain white tank top and finds some high waisted sort of waist paper bag baggy black shorts, putting the clothes on along with some undergarments and socks and shrugging at herself in the mirror, liking her comfy but cute outfit and feeling like it matches the mood she's in- she hasn't quite distinguished her mood herself but she knows it different than usual.

She goes to the bathroom and washes her face, then brushes out her hair, throwing it up so it's out of her face and then pads downstairs, looking around.

She doesn't know what to do, but she's bored. She looks around and glances in the kitchen, shrugging and opening the fridge. She smiles as she decides she's going to cook for Luke and gets out the stuff she needs.

She's halfway through with breakfast when she slightly hears Luke call out for her, probably assuming she's still upstairs and in her room or something.

"Here!" She yells loud enough to be heard. She hears Luke coming downstairs and he frowns when he sees her cooking.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You're not allowed to use the stove little girl, that's not safe!" He says, rushing over and gently pulling her away and she frowns and looks at him. She's not upset, she knows why he's assuming that she's- well, incapable? Not equipped? Somehow not safe, she doesn't know how to describe anything to herself really. She knows usually she couldn't do this safely, but she also knows that right now she can, and she's not sure how to explain herself to Luke.

She frowns, wondering how to say exactly what she feels she needs to be able to say.

"Um." She thinks, and Luke watches her, raising an eyebrow. She glances to the stove and move the pan off the heat, stirring it a bit as Luke cautiously holds her waist and then setting the wooden spatula down and looking cautiously to Luke.

Lukes confused too, he knows delilah knows better, but she also seems to know exactly what she's doing. He glances over her and notices she's dressed herself, which isn't unusual, but the way she's dressed is. So... grown up?

"Luke." She says and the blonde frowns, waiting. She sighs and thinks again.

"Um. N-no baby. Delilah. No baby." She tries to explain and Luke squints, trying to decipher what she means.

"You're not a baby right now? Just Delilah?" He asks and she smiles gently and nods, then bites her lip.

"Good?" She asks and Luke frowns.

"Are you asking if that's okay?" He asks and she nods.

"Do you mean you're not little today? You're not in headspace, you're a big girl?" He asks and she shrugs, then nods. She thinks that's right.

"Okay. Yes baby, that's okay- you're still okay with me calling you baby, right?" Luke chuckles and she smiles and tells him "yes."

"Still daddy." She says and pecks his lips.

"Good, feels weird for you to call me Luke." He says and scrunches his nose and Delilah smiles, turning back to the stove and beginning to cook again. Luke wraps his arms around her waist and watches, standing behind her, still feeling nervous and uncomfortable about the stove as she might burn herself or something, but he also wants to respect that she's not little right now and she feels capable, so he doesn't say anything, just watches. He doesn't love it, to be honest. She's his baby, he wants her to be his baby. But she also seems comfortable and he figures it's not fair to expect her to be little if she doesn't want to. He can get to know what's different when she's big and love her being out of headspace  just as much.

"Make you, daddy." She says and he smiles and kisses her bare shoulder.

"You're making food for me? Thank you my love." He says. He's not sure exactly how he's supposed to act but he figures he'll be normal and if she doesn't like something she'll say so. "Se agapó." He mumbles against her skin and she grins.

"I love you." She says back, turning to kiss him.

After a bit, she pushes to food she made into two bowls, saying "done." And handing a bowl to Luke.

"Thankyou princess." He says, sitting at the table with her. Shed made regular breakfast food- bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes- but it's all in a bowl moved together and chopped up with cheese and some sauce and spices. He's never made it and assumes it's something she grew up with or came up with or something.

"What do you call this, love?" He asks and Delilah looks at him, thinking and then shrugging.

"You call it." She says and he thinks.

"Mix up?" He comes up with the i creative name and she smiles and nods.

"Oh." She says and goes to the fridge, grabbing out a tortilla and putting it next to luke, spooning some in and folding it up and handing it to him. He smiles, taking it. "Good in, too." She explains.

"Breakfast burrito. Makes sense." She giggles, liking the term and repeating 'burrito' as she's never heard that word and thinks it's funny. Luke chuckles and eats both the burrito and the mix up, as does Delilah, who made herself a burrito as well.

"Well, did you have anything in mind you wanted to do today, doll? I'm sure there's not much to entertain you around here when you're not little." The blonde ask and Delilah thinks and shrugs.

"Friends?" She asks, Luke knowing what she means.

"I can text around and see if anyone wants to hang out." Luke nods. "I'm sure the boys would like to."

Delilah smiles and nods, taking her bowl to the sink as well as lukes.

"How bout until we get an answer we watch a movie or something?" Luke asks and Delilah nods, smiling and running to the couch, Luke following and sitting next to her, accepting her into his lap and kissing her head.

"I'm glad you're still so snuggly, don't know what id do if my baby didn't want to snuggle when shes big." Luke says and Delilah kisses his cheek.

"Always snuggly." She says and he smiles, pecking her lips.

"What would you like to watch, darling?" Delilah frowns, not really used to that pet name and kind of curious if it has a different meaning, but doesn't question it.

"Mmm, look." She says, taking the remote and flipping through stuff before landing on something random that looks interesting and putting it on.

However, she doesn't focus on it for long before she's straddling Luke and kissing his neck, starting out subtle and sweet and working her way to his lips before she's tugging his blonde hair and getting more aggressive, Luke chuckles and rubs her hips where his hands rest but otherwise ignores her.

Delilah sighs and grinds down against Luke and he gasps, making her smile.

"Fuck, babe..." he mumbles. He gives up his hard to get act and suddenly she's flipped around, laying down under luke, and he's kissing her passionately. He's got a knee between her legs that he uses to his advantage to get her whining, while also giving himself friction in the process.

Delilah whines loudly and pushes Luke away gently and he frowns, hoping he hasn't gone too far and made her uncomfortable.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks and she smiles warmly, seeming to notice his panic, and nods, kissing him quickly and then tugging on his shirt.

"Off. Please." She almost whispers, breathless.

Luke smiles and sits up, pulling his t shirt over his head, and while he does that delilah works to wrestle off her shorts. She likes the leg thing lukes doing a lot, but the seems kind of making it uncomfortable and she's rather there be no interruptions or obstacles between whatever Luke wants to do to her and... her.

Luke smirks as he sees the missing clothing item on the floor and delilah grins at him, reaching up to grab him by the neck and pull him into another kiss.

They're interrupted with lukes phone chiming and after the second time he pulls away, causing delilah to whine loudly as he grabs it.

"The guys are down to hang out." He mumbles, looking at her and laughing when she pouts and shakes her head.

"Don't wanna."

"You don't want to anymore?" He chuckles and she shakes her head.

"We'll then what do you propose we do instead, my love?" He smirks and she smiles and stands, running up to lukes bedroom without a word, leaving Luke to chase after her.

He tackles her (gently) into the bed when he reaches her and gently bites her shoulder, making her giggle and fight to turn around to be on her back underneath him again.

"I'll tell them you don't feel good." He mumbles with a slight chuckle and stands up to grab his phone from where it's fallen to type a text message as delilah busies herself with tugging down his sweatpants.

"Be patient you brat." Luke laughs, tangling a hand in her hair as he steps out of the sweats delilahs pulled to his ankles. Delilah glares and without warning suddenly begins mouthing over lukes cockhead through his boxers.

"Oh fuck-" he sputters in surprise, dropping his phone and almost doubling over like he'd been punched in the gut. He tugs her away with the hand in her hair and glares, hauling her further onto the bed and sitting on top of her, pinning her so she can't mess with him while he finishes the text and sends it.

"There. Now, you." He growls and delilah giggles and he bends down to bite her neck. He makes sure to leave a mark before sitting up and tugging her shirt off, revealing a pretty white lacy bralette, that matches the panties she's wearing.

"Pretty girl." He whispers and delilah smiles shyly as he kisses down her chest and stomach till her reaches her hips, sucking hickies into the skin there and then moving lower and marking up her thighs as well, getting her as worked up as possible. Delilah pants and whines, tugging her hair and trying to make him actually touch her, but he sticks to the teasing until he comes back up with a wicked grin and kisses her again.

"Daddy, please." Delilah whines and Luke chuckles, petting her cheek affectionately.

"Aw, poor baby." He hums and she pouts some more. Luke smiles. "You're so cute."

He flips them over, pulling her on top of him to straddle his waist. She takes the opportunity to grind down right on his bulge and he groans. His hands hold her hips and guide her pace and movement and she tilts her head back in pleasure.

"Tell me what you want, lilah." Luke says in a deep voice. Delilah looks at him with a frown and then whines and Luke smirks. "Go on, use your words."

Delilah doesn't have words for this stuff, and Luke is taking pleasure in her blush and stuttering, knowing lukes being cruel and isn't gonna give her anything until he gets what he wants, which is apparently to watch her suffer and find ways to say vulgar things in the words she knows.

She huffs. This is stupid and she doesn't want to give in. "Gimme!" Luke laughs- outright laughs at her, the audacity. She can't help but giggle too but it returns to a whine and she grinds her hips more aggressively.

"You can do it baby." He encouraged.

"Daddy, uh- good- feel good- help- touch- ugh!" Delilah whines and Luke chuckles.

"I suppose that's good enough." He chuckles.