"Hey munchkin, why aren't you eating your veggies?" Kyle asked his daughter as he folded his arms.
"My froat is tickly, Daddy, that's why."
Kyle didn't buy it, figuring she was just trying to get out of eating her vegetables. "Si, I'm sure the tickles will go away if you eat something." Sierra didn't like that solution.
"Kyle, you're acting like you gave her ice cream! You gave her broccoli! Do you remember liking broccoli when you were five? " Oliver said, getting up to take Sierra's plate away. "It's okay, baby, Daddy's just being a meanie." Oliver stuck his tongue out towards Sierra, in total solidarity, showing his disgust, and took his napkin off the table, carefully opening it up to show Sierra as she giggled quietly.
"I'm glad you both find this so amusing," Kyle glared at his boyfriend.
"I don't' think Daddy's very happy." Sierra said.
"Kyle, I don't think it's going to damage her health if she doesn't eat her broccoli one night."
"I'm a doctor, okay, keeping people healthy is what I do, and I really don't appreciate ya contradictin' me. And if we give in now she is not going to learn that eating healthy food is important."
"Your accent's coming out again," Oliver walked over to his boyfriend. "You know what that does to me."
"Well, too bad." Kyle walked away from them, but not before facing them both. "No dessert for you, young lady, unless you eat those veggies. And you," he pointed to Oliver. "You're on the couch until further notice." He said, leaving the room.
That's what you think. Oliver thought.
"Hey munchkin, how about some ice cream? Just Sierra and Papa? That'll help your tickly throat."
Sierra smiled.
"I heard that."
"Well, tell you what, Mr. North Carolina, if ya forgive us, we just might share with you?"
"Absolutely not. I don't know why you're rewarding her kind of behavior."
"Kyle, I am a cop, okay? I know when laws are broken, and as much as it may be a rule, not eating broccoli isn't a law that Sierra needs to abide by."
Oliver turned to his daughter, "what kind of ice cream do you want?"
"Cookie dough and chocolate."
"Ooohhh, sounds yummy. Whipped cream and sprinkles too?"
Sierra nodded.
"Okay, I'll put the ice cream in the dishes, and you can put all the extra stuff on, okay?"
"What movie do you want to watch tonight?"
"The Fox and the Hound?"
"Sure. Go get it; it's in your room. Papa's gotta talk to Daddy for a minute." Oliver said, as he finished putting the whipped cream on his sundae, and put the dishes on a carry tray. Before walking into the bedroom to find Kyle, Oliver placed the tray on the table, as Sierra walked out with the movie.
"Daddy always says no eating in the living room."
"It's okay for tonight, Sierra. Be right back." Oliver quickly kissed his daughter on her temple, and walked in the bedroom. When he walked in the bedroom, he found his boyfriend reading a medical journal.
"Kyle, I'm sorry. I really didn't…"
"Just go and watch the movie, Oliver."
"I-"
"Just go…" Kyle turned back to his book, as Oliver left the room.
After the movie, getting ready for bed, and brushing her teeth, Sierra went in to see Kyle.
Knock, knock.
"Go away, Oliver."
"Daddy, it's Sierra…" Kyle got up and opened the door. "I just wanted to say good night."
Kyle looked down at his daughter; there was no way he could stay mad at a face like that for too long. He knelt down to her level, "Night, baby. I love you."
Oliver walked up behind Sierra. "Alright kiddo, bed time. I'll come tuck you in."
"Ollie, I figured we'd both do it, I mean, that is, if she wants?"
"Yay!" Sierra jumped up and down.
After Kyle and Oliver tucked Sierra in and kissed her good night, they were walking their separate ways when Oliver spoke up, "I have an over night tomorrow, I'll call you if I can. Night."
Oliver brushed past Kyle and walked to the living room.
"Oh, no, you don't." Kyle pulled Oliver by the arm, and swung him around to face him. He hit the wall as Kyle started to kiss him.
"Oliver, about how I acted earlier. I guess I was being a little ridiculous. It's not like one night of skipping vegetables is going to stunt her growth. I'm sorry."
Oliver wiggled out of his arms.
"Oh really? Prove it." Oliver said, walking into their bedroom, and laying on the bed.
"Still have your uniform on, I see..." Kyle said, staying in the doorway. "You look so sexy." Kyle said, as he walked into the bedroom. He climbed on top of Oliver, kissing him as he did so.
"You drive me crazy…" Oliver said, tilting his head back giving Kyle access to his neck. "I thought you were mad?"
"Nope. Just that Sierra's got you wrapped around her little finger." Kyle continued to kiss Oliver's neck. He was making his way down Oliver's chest when he heard crying coming from Sierra's room.
"Daddy! Papa!"
Kyle and Oliver both ran into Sierra's room, and noticed she was holding her throat and pulling at her ears. Sierra had a hard time falling asleep due to her to a scratchy throat and earache like she had had so many times before.
"Daddy," she whispered "my throat and ears hurt and they won't go away."
"Can I take a look?" said Kyle getting into doctor mode
Sierra opened her mouth wide so that her daddy could take a look. Kyle grabbed a small flashlight and looked around.
"Well, sweetie, looks like another strep throat and you've probably got an ear infection as well."
"Kyle, this is the like sixth time in the last three months. Maybe we should take her to the doctor."
"Papa, no doctor." she whined.
"Honey, you have to go. He's going to make you better. How about we go for a ride in the police car with sirens afterwards?"
"Yeah okay, Papa."
Kyle shook his head; she definitely had him wrapped around her finger.
"Ok, we'll tuck you back into bed and I'll call the doctor in the morning for an appointment," said Kyle.
Oliver saw the worried look on Sierra's face, "You'll be fine. He's just going to look. No ouchies, I promise." assured Oliver.