Say I'm Yours

Nine Years

"Not an word of this to your mom, okay" 

Spencer points at Lianah as he tried cleaning up all the evidence of the jolly rancher wrappers from the dining table. Lianah had her daddy wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. His sweet daughter with the big, brown, wide eyes, black curls on her head, and long lashes that she batted his way every chance she got. Grace warned him of this moment, and he wished he had listened to her because she was right.

"Alright daddy" She smiles brightly.

"But just so I get this right, perhaps it would be an better idea if you took me over to grandma and grandpa's so I can pre-train Simone"

"We have other plans for the night so you can't visit your horse right now"

"Momma also said no candy in the house, and you seemed to have forgotten that little detail"

"Your my child, not the other way around, little girl, don't try it" 

Spencer mumbled gathering up the rest of the evidence. He's in the midst of gathering the last pile of them when the front door swings open.

"Hey hand-"

Olivia's eyes zero in on his hand.

"Alonzo!"

"Now, now baby, it's not as bad as it looks, and she gave me the pout with the lip"

 Olivia rolled her eyes in the back of her head shaking it back and forth.

"She's eight and you're the law for an living. Grow an pair please" 

Lianah runs out from behind her dad to embrace Olivia.

"Hi, mommy!"

"Hi, baby girl, I see you started dessert with daddy early"

"I did! He lets me have it everytime you're not here, tells me it'll keep me on his side" 

The eight year old smiles giving him up.

"Lianah! Thought we had an deal?" 

Spencer shouted at his snitch of an kid.

"You do know you can say no at any point, right? As the parent, there are no sides"

"Uh huh, you telling me that now but what happens when she's an teenager and I'm old and gray?"

"You're already past that stage" Olivia snorted.

"You're right behind me, honey"

"That's not gonna get you anywhere in this debate"

"She's too cute, I can't resist it. It's the equivalence of saying no to you"

"Can't be cuz you say no to me all the time"

"Until the lip appears, I fall victim to it everytime" 

She struts over, giving him the look he described. Eyes all mushy, bottom lip poking out slightly, tiling her head to the side as his heart turns into mush.

"You mean.... this face?" 

Olivia's hands slicked up his chest, resting on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, luring her against him.

"You can have anything you want"

"You're an hot mess" 

She laughs as her staged pout broke into an smile.

"I know but I'm your hot mess"

"Oh, well aren't I a lucky woman then"

He kissed her as she smiled.