Here's just another Bade fic. This was inspired by the hit TV show, "How I Met Your Mother" and personal experience.
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or How I Met Your Mother. They are brilliant shows though!
I tucked little six-year-old Cece and Luke in their beds.
"Goodnight." I said as I shut off the lights.
"Wait! Daddy!" Cece called. "We're not tired!"
I walked back in, stepped on one of Luke's Matchbox cars in the process. "Ow!" I yelped and hobbled over to Cece's bed. Luke smirked as I rubbed my foot.
"Daddy, are you okay?" Cece asked.
"Of course, baby… I'm fine. Lucas Mason Oliver, how many times have I asked you to clean up your side of the room?" I asked.
"Three times?" Luke asked. I just nodded.
"See daddy? He is the pain of my existence!" Cece whined.
"Actually, the phrase is 'bane of my existence'." Luke cheekily corrected Cece. Cece stuck her tongue out, only to receive the same reaction from her twin brother in return.
"Now, kids… Stop fighting!" I scolded them. I sighed and there lived an awkward silence. Just then an idea erupted in my brain. "Kids, I'm going to tell you an incredible story, the story of how I met your mother."
"Are we being punished or something?" Luke asked.
"No." I replied.
"Dad, is this going to take a while?" Cece asked tiredly and yawned.
"Yes. Twenty five years ago, before I was Dad, I had this whole other life…" I began my grand love story.
That was a short chapter, but if you'd like for me to continue on this story, I have a longer chapter on my computer. So it's all in your hands. Keep going or scrap?