Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

Daddy's Girl

Summary: Dom cares for your daughter after she gets upset over wetting her bed

*Daughter's age, 2½*

You and Dom had been asleep for hours.

After a busy day celebrating your eldest sons Alex's birthday.

Which meant taking a 4 year old with ADHD and a current hyperfixation on animals and a toddler who has more sprinting ability than her parents combined, around a zoo.

Needless to say, you were exhausted.

Once you'd gotten them put to bed at 8, it was only a few hours after, that you were fast asleep in your own bed.

Dom was wearing nothing except his boxers, and you were wearing a t-shirt which neither of you were sure who originally owned.

That happened a lot with your wardrobe. You both liked each others fashion senses and since Dom wore your skirts and dresses as well, the line got even blurrier.

Eventually, after 7 years of marriage and 2 years dating beforehand, you two had both worn one item of clothing between you two so many times that it didn't matter who's it really was.

But you weren't going to stay asleep for very long.

Walking down the hallway from her room, clutching her stuffed lion in hand, was Allie, your youngest daughter.

She was on the verge of tears, as she stood on her tip toes to reach the door handle of your room.

You'd recently just gotten Allie off nappies and potty trained her, and whilst it was all good during the day, she still hadn't gotten used to it during the night.

Meaning she wet the bed a lot at night. She always got upset about it, but you and Dom never got angry with her about it, as it wasn't her fault.

And you knew if she had the choice to do it or not, she'd pick not in an instant.

To her sadness, Allie had done the same thing tonight.

As your bedroom door opened, she walked over to your bed, standing by it.

"Mummy?" She asked, in a small voice. You didn't stir, you were too deeply asleep.

"Daddy?" She asked, looking at Dom to see if he would wake up too. Nothing again.

Tucking her stuffed lion, named Simba, underneath her arm, she slowly and gently poked Dom's arm with her finger.

And, this time, it did wake him up.

"Allie?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy from just being woken up, as he sat up in bed, careful to let you sleep.

"I'm sorry daddy," was all she said before beginning to cry. She grabbed her lion toy and buried her face in it, to catch her tears.

"Hey, Allie, sweetheart, c'mere," Dom said, picking her up. She didn't have her pajama bottoms on, but there was a reason.

You and Dom had told her that if she wet the bed, to take them off and leave them in the bed and come get you, so you could just throw them in the wash with the sheets.