Luke yawns as he shuffles into Delilahs room at six am, with only a pair of shorts on.

As much he doesn't want to be awake, little girl is crying, and daddy has to come save his princess.

"What's wrong sweet cheeks?" He mutters as he looks down to her as she cries into her knees. "Lilah, baby?" She reaches for him so he scoops her up and carries we back to his room, hoping the two can get some more sleep, considering they didn't get to sleep until pretty late as Delilah was being a brat so Luke didn't let her sleep with him, causing the little girl to throw a fit.

So neither of them got much sleep and both are pretty cranky.

Luke lays down and lets the little one cry into his chest until she falls back asleep, and he goes to sleep as well.

It hasn't gotten much better when he and Delilah wake up, as it's to the sound of ambulance sirens going by the house and it makes Delilah cry and whine, frustrated at being woken.

"Shhh, I know, princess." Luke sighs, pulling her up to his face.

"Can daddy have a kiss?" He asks as he wipes tears it from under her eyes.

"Kiss." The little girl mumbles before pecking Luke's lips.

"Mhm." Luke hums against her before pulling away and laying his head down again.

Delilah whines and wiggles and Luke frowns, tightening his grip.

"What's wrong?"

"No, daddy!" She whines.

"Shh, what's the matter? You have to go potty baby?"

"Po-potty!"

Luke stands and leads her to the bathroom, letting her do her thing before taking her downstairs and sitting her in front of some cartoons while he makes breakfast, but the little girl only whines and cries when he tries to leave her.

"Aren't you hungry?" He sighs.

"Daddyyyy!" Delilah whines.

He picks her up and carries her to the kitchen, but is faced with the same response when he tries to set her on the counter.

"No!"

"Delilah, be a good girl."

"No!"

Luke leaves her on the counter despite her whining as he fetches some yoghurt and a spoon, but she doesn't cooperate still.

"NO!"

"Eat please Delilah."

"No! No daddy! No no!"

"Bad girl."

"Bad!"

"Yes. You are being bad." Luke tries to feed her again but she hits the spoon away, spilling yoghurt on Luke and the floor.

Luke growls as the little girl guiltily silences herself.

She hadn't exactly meant to do that.

Luke cleans up the mess before glaring at Delilah.

"Eat, little girl."

"No!"

"Daddy is going to put you in time out. Eat."

The little girl raises an eyebrow and takes the container from Luke's hand, making lukesigh in relief, before a mischievous glint flashes in her eye and she throws it at the wall across from her.

"Delilah! What the hell, little girl?!" He cusses as he slides her off the counter and onto her feet to land five swats on her backside, making her cry and scream.

Luke then scoops the crying girl up and marches upstairs, plopping her down into her crib as she screams in protest.

"If you get out of that crib your getting spankies." He warns.

"No!"

Luke rolls his eyes and leaves the room, deciding he'd buy her a bigger crib he was certain she wouldn't be able to crawl out of, and soon.

Luke cleans up her mess as she shrieks and sobs upstairs, waiting until her cries get quieter to fetch her, which takes a good half hour or more.

When he walks into her room she's glaring furiously at the wall, sitting with her arms crossed.

Luke scoops her out despite her protests in the form of whines and gives her a hug.

"Such a good girl, staying in your crib, baby. Daddy is so proud." He coos, ignoring the eye roll he receives from the pale girl.

He does, at this point, realize the morning may have gone better if he hadn't been so impatient with her, if he'd cooed and made her giggle, which isn't a hard task, but he was too tired at the time to even consider it. He just wanted to make sure his little one was fed and taken care of so he could hopefully put her and himself down for a nap.

Which is still his plan, so he continues to try to feed the little girl who pouts and growls until her stomach growls back, at which point she reluctantly accepts food.

"There's my good girl, huh baby?" He hums.

"Daddy." She says back.

"Mhm." Luke chuckles as she finishes her food.

"Aaaa." She says with a frown, and Luke raises an eyebrow.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Bbbbbbb."

"Hmm? Blue?"

"Nu. Bbbbbaaaaa." She tries to communicate, huffing when Luke doesn't understand her. We mutters something in her own language under her breath frustratedly, before reaching out for Luke, so he picks her up.

"Daddy! Ba!"

"Hmm? I don't understand sweetheart."

She lets out a cry as she puts her head on her daddy's broad shoulder and Luke sighs.

"Lets go take a nap, hm?"

She whines when Luke tries to leave the kitchen, thrashing about.

"What? What Delilah?" Luke says tiredly.

"Ba!"

"I don't know what you want."

"Ba! Ba!" She whines as she points to a cabinet, and Luke frowns and goes over to the cabinet, opening it to reveal her bottles.

"Ba!"

"Ooh," Luke coos. "What a good girl, you learned a new word, hm? You want a baba?" He smiles proudly as the little girl giggles and nods.

"Baba!"

Luke gets her one of the bottles and makes it as he always does, cooing happily at his little girl.

Once the bottle is made, the two venture up the stairs to Luke's room, where he sits against the headboard and sings to Delilah while he feeds her the warm milk, eyes drooping as she listens to her daddy's calming, familiar voice.

When the two wake up again, Luke is feeling much better, but still has a whiny, bratty little girl.

Although, now Luke was more understanding of her whinyness, as she'd wet herself in her sleep. Luckily it had only gotten on her and the sheets, as she had scooted away from Luke in her sleep when she got too hot.

She cries in embarrassment as Luke coos to her and carries her to the bathroom to give the poor little girl a bath.

"Daddy!" She sobs as Luke frowns sympathetically.

"I know princess. No fun." He says. "Look! Bubbles! You wanna poor some in?" He distracts, handing the girl the bottle to put more of the pink liquid in as what he already poured in foams up.

She pouts but pours the bubbles in anyway, which seems to cheer her up.

"And you want some toys?" The blonde hums as he gets her toy basket an lets her pick the toys she wants.

"Be good." He mutters as he quickly leaves he bathroom to collect the sheets from the bed and put them in the washing machine, deciding he'd put new ones on later. He didn't want to leave the little girl alone in the bath for too long, and he could already hear her whining for him.

Delilahs whining stops as soon as her daddy re-enters the room and she smiles instead.

"Daddy's back, babydoll." Luke chuckles.

"Baba?"

"After your bath."

"Baba!"

"Delilah." Luke says in a warning voice as he raises an eyebrow.

"Dadddyyyy! Baba!"

"Hush, now. Daddy told you, after your bath."

Delilah understands the concept of what the blonde is saying, but she doesn't care. She wants another bottle now. In the bath.

"Baba!"

"Little girl, behave." The older man scolds.

Delilah huffs. What's so wrong about her wanting a baba now? But she gives up anyway, knowing the man is stubborn and she isn't going to get her way.

"Good girl." Luke sighs as the dark haired girl pouts and goes back to splashing and playing with her toys.

"Hey, quit that." Luke chuckles as Delilah splashes him with water.

She giggles and does it again and Luke reaches into the water to splash her back.

The two splash each other back and forth for a few minutes, creating a mess that Luke can't say he regrets, as it was fun to make, and he'll just have to clean it up later.

He washes Delilahs hair and body before lifting her out and wrapping her in a towel.

She giggles as the man carries her to the nursery, bundled up like a burrito in her towel.

"Ddaaaaaddddddyyyyy." She sings giggily. Luke chuckles and stands her on her changing table to dress her, but when he attempts to put real pants on her, she whines, so he settles for leggings. 

When he tries to put a cute little dress over her head, she whines again and pushes it away, so he hangs it back up.

"What do you wanna wear them, princess?" He sighs, but smiles amusedly.

Delilah tilts her head as she thinks, before giggling and tugging on Luke's  nirvana t shirt.

"You want daddy's shirt?" He laughs. She tugs the hem up, still giggling, to reveal Luke's tummy and abs, which she lays a hand on as Luke chuckles.

"Ooh." She says, and Luke laughs, finsishing the job of pulling the shirt over his head and putting it on the little one instead.

She looks at the baggy material and giggles, reaching for Luke to pick her up, and then wiggling down to run to the mirror and check herself out, smiling happily.

"Cutie pie." Luke chuckles, scooping her up and hugging her to his bare chest as he presses kisses all over her face, tickling her with his stubble.

"Daddy!" She giggles, turning in his arms to cling to him and laying a kiss on his lips before cuddling into his chest.

"Sweet girl." Luke hums, carrying her back to his room to get himself a shirt, but apparently the little one doesn't like that idea, because she whines and pushes the shirt away when he tries to put it on himself.

She, evidently, prefers him in just his flannel pajama pants.

Luke laughs as she glares at the shirt, taking it from him and throwing it back to his dresser. Luke goes to fold it properly and put it away, making the little one whine, but complies with her wishes of remaining shirtless.

After that, Luke carries his girl downstairs to feed her a bottle and watch Disney movies, and that's ow they remain the rest if the day.