Scisaac Shots

Daddies and Daises

By:ThePirateHawk on Archive of Our Own
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Scott Lahey-McCall couldn't help but smile as his husband of seven years came up behind him, his long arms wrapping around Scott's waist loosely. It wasn't long before he felt a pair of lips pressed against the back of his ear and then the side of his neck. "Hey, baby," Isaac hummed softly, holding onto his lovely husband from behind. "You look so precious. I just walk in here and you just- ugh, every time I see you, I'm reminded why I married you." He gushed gently. "Stop," Scott held out the vowel in the word, a cute little grin on his face as he listened to Isaac. "You're too good to me, pup." Scott doubted he would ever stop calling his lovely Isaac the nickname "pup." It was something he had started when they first had started dating back in high school, and it had stuck ever since. Kind of like how Isaac still called him Scottie. As if on cue, there Isaac went: "No, I am not, Scottie," he protested, giving the back of Scott's neck a chaste kiss before releasing his loose grip around his husband. Isaac turned and looked around the kitchen they were both standing in. "Where's my little Brookie?" He asked Scott. Scott raised an eyebrow playfully. "Correction: our little Brookie." He leaned up and pecked Isaac's nose. "She's my daughter, too, you know. Sometimes I think you forget that, babe." He said jokingly before answering what he had been asked. "She's playing in the yard, I was about to go check on her when you came in." Isaac smiled. "Let's go check on her together then." However, before the two could go check on said daughter, they heard the glass sliding door to the backyard open and the sound of tiny breaths heaving with the effort of sliding it open. "Daddy, daddy, come here!" Their little five year old daughter, Brooklyn, ran in excitedly. Her face lit up even more when she saw her other father was home now, too. "Dada! Don't worry, I made one for you, too!" Brooke ignored her fathers' confused looks as she scurried towards them. Whatever she was holding she set down on the couch out of Scott and Isaac's sights, so they assumed it was supposed to be a surprise. Brooke launched herself up into Isaac's arms, giggling and smiling as she greeted her father. Scott feigned jealous looks until Brooke stuck her hands out for him to hold her instead. "You have your dada's eyes, I swear, Brookie," Scott gushed to his daughter, who just smiled and nodded, telling him how many times that he had said it to her before. "I have not said it nine times today," Scott protested playfully. Brooke gave a little nod. "Yes, yes you have! Hasn't he, Dada?" She looked at Isaac with her cute round eyes. "Oh, I'm sure he has," Isaac answered with a smirk as he eyed Scott, who faked offense. "Daddy, Dada, I want to show you something I maked today!" Brooke said, excitement saturating her voice and movements. "It's made, Brookie. It's something you "made" today," Scott said with a small smile, warmth in his brown eyes. "Oh, well I wanna show you!" Brooke said as Scott let her down. She raced back to the couch, grabbing what she had made with a gentleness, as if it were made of the most fragile form of glass. She didn't want to ruin whatever it was— she wanted to make sure she got to show her daddies. "I made these for you!" Brooke said, holding up two shakily assembled daisy flower crowns. She had carefully woven them together using the daisies she had found in the back yard garden. Being only five made it kind of hard to craft something elegant, so it wasn't exactly the best assembled. But it meant the world to both Isaac and Scott. Isaac's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He never had to fake joy or excitement when it came to Brooke. He loved her more than life itself; her and Scott both. "Oh, Brookie, it's absolutely beautiful." Isaac had to get on his knees for her to be able to reach the top of his head to put the flower crown on. He gently took it from her hands and put it on, but she shook her head. "You didn't put it on right! I'll fix it." Brooke said loudly, moving to where she could adjust the crown slightly on Isaac's head. He smiled as she did so. "Me next!" Scott said excitedly, crouching down to Brooklyn's level so she could crown him with the daisy crown like she had done to Isaac. Scott was just as happy about it as Isaac was. Their daughter was their entire world. "I name you the kings of... Flowers!" Brooke grinned as she looked proudly at her work; both her fathers were standing tall with white daisy flower crowns atop their heads thanks to her. She had forgotten to make herself one, but she didn't really mind. She just like seeing her daddies smile. "Thank you, sweetheart." Isaac kissed her forehead. Right after Isaac had done that, Scott swooped her up in his arms. "You are the princess of flowers, then," he announced, smiling at both Isaac and Brooke. They stayed like that, the happy and carefree kings and princess of flowers until they went to sleep that night.