Lucas Coly Imagines

Food Fight

"Layla, ready to make some cookies?" I asked my 3 year old daughter. Y/n was at work, and I didn't wanna sit around the house all day bored.
"Sure, daddy." She said skipping to the kitchen. I ran into the kitchen behind her, going to the fridge.
"So, we need eggs, flour, sugar, butter, chocolate chips, and for mama, blueberries." I said telling her what to get.
"Eggs check. Flour, check. Sugar, check. Butter, check. Chocolate chips, check. And for mama, blueberry, check." It was cute how she could remember everything. She's smart like me. And y/n, of course.
"Daddy! Look!" I turned around to get an egg thrown in my face.
"Oh, so you wanna have a food fight?" I said turning around to get  some flour, and turned to get flour thrown in my face. She's too fast for me.
"Layla, where are you?" I said walking around the kitchen with 5 eggs in my hand. I heard her rustling.
"Layla, come out. Come out wherever you are." I saw her run and threw a egg at her. She chuckled and threw some flour back.
|30 minutes later|
"I quit. I quit!" Layla screamed tapping out. I put the eggs down, and picked her up taking eggshells out her long hair.
"Let's get you cleaned up." I said turning off the light in the kitchen.
Y/n's POV:
I'm surprise Lucas wasn't ringing my phone all day. I made my way home, and saw the house looked normal. Surprisingly. This is too true to believe.
"Lucas, La-" I saw them sleeping on the couch passed out.
I walked into the kitchen, turning on the light, seeing a big mess.
I knew this was too good to be true.
"LUCAS!! LAYLA!!  WHAT DID YALL DO TO MY KITCHEN?!" I screamed.
I saw Lucas come in the kitchen rubbing his eyes.
"It was just a food fight, mommy." Layla said coming in behind Lucas. They look cute, but I'm not letting them slide.
"Just a food fight, my ass. Clean up my kitchen." I said going upstairs.