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Please Daddy - Luke Hemmings

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"Daddy! Daddy!"

He heard the loud crack first, and then he heard your cries. Panic charged his feet through the house and out the back door to the sound of Molly's barking. He could hear your sobs and whines. His heart instantly broke seeing you beneath the tree, holding your knee and rocking back and forth. He knew immediately what happened, and he wished he could feel disappointed in you, but not right in that minute.

"You were climbing again, weren't you?" he asked, bending down beside you.

"Yes," you sniffled.

He tsked, "Baby, what did I tell you about climbing?" When you didn't answer, he said, "What did I say?"

"That...That I'd fall and hurt myself..."
"That's right, and look you did." He took your hands gingerly, "Let me see."
Luke saw the scrapes on your arm, the pebble marks marked into your pretty palms, and the red gash on knee. It did not bleed too much, nor was it too wide. Cleaning and dressing your wounds should be enough. Luke was only thankful you didn't break anything. He'd die if he had to take you to the hospital in your pink babydoll dress and Hello Kitty knee-high socks.

He looked back at you, crying and wincing at his touches. He spotted the fear in your eyes. You expected punishment for not listening to him. Any other incident, Luke might have spanked you, but he thought your injuries were enough.

"Hey, hey," he said, "Don't cry, Princess." Luke ran a hand through your hair and brought you close to him. You sobbed even harder into his shirt.

"No, no, no" he cooed. "It's okay. You're fine. Daddy will just clean you up and we can cuddle."

"You're not gonna punish me?" you asked.

"No, baby. I think this knee and your arm are enough to get the point across," he said. "I'm just glad you're not seriously hurt, baby girl. Let's get you inside and clean you up."

Luke picked you up from the ground and took you inside. He sat you on the lounge while he grabbed a first aid kit from the bathroom. Luke began dabbing alcohol on the thin scrapes of your arm, which must've brushed the rough bark on the way down. You winced and hitched your breath, though felt used to the sting by the time he finished. The scrapes did not bleed, so no wrapping was needed. However, the gash on your knee began itching around the open wound and it pulsed in an aching pain. Luke treated this injury a little more cautiously, making sure he wiped off all the dirt and blood. He placed a larger bandage on after disinfecting, and kissed it.

"Better?" He looked at you.

"Yes," you nodded. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, love," he replied. "How about I make us some lunch and we can watch TV together?"

You nodded with a small smile on your face. He ordered you to stay on the sofa and rest your knee while he made lunch. He thought sandwiches would suffice for the afternoon. Luke didn't always treat you this way. He did treat you like an adult, where you wore grown-up clothes and called him by his name, but this was normally around others. Alone at home, you wore little dresses, bows in your hair, and calling him 'daddy'. He liked it. He supposed it came from the idea of somebody depending on him, needing him, and loving him. Luke admitted he spoiled you like crazy, but that was only because he couldn't say no to you. He put very few rules in you, though he still expected you to respect them like a good girl. Putting your sandwich, chips, and juice box together, he wished you listened more often.

"Lunch."

He brought out both plates and set them on the coffee table. You sunk to the floor, instantly grabbing at your sandwich and biting into it. Luke put on a cartoon for you, while he pulled up his laptop. The two of you finished lunch when you turned around to him.