Author's Note:
Thank you all for the reviews! Hope you guys are liking the story, and please keep sending me prompts!
-C
Prompt from XoxMountainGirlxoX: "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream!"
Lily persisted to tug on her father's arm urgently, putting all of the weight in her five-year-old body into leaning forward. Deeks chuckled, easily holding her back.
"You know your mom says no ice-cream until after dinner," he reminded her.
"Please Daddy!?" Lily squealed, putting on her best puppy-dog face.
Deeks glanced back towards the yellow house him and Kensi bought just before Donny was born. Kensi would be in the back, working on the baked chicken with her mother. She was getting better at making more consumable food, especially since the kids were around…but she still needed a little guidance.
"Your mommy is gonna be upset with me," Deeks carried on, but they were already trotting towards the singing ice-cream truck.
While Lily was taking forever to decide what she wanted, Deeks took another glance back towards the house. With a sigh, he dug out his wallet and pulled out a twenty.
"Daddy I want the bubblegum popsicle!" she jumped up and down with delight.
"Tell the nice man, munchkin," Deeks cooed, taking a look at the selection himself.
"Can I have the bubblegum pop?"
"Manners, Lil."
"May I have the bubblegum ice-cream?"
"What happened to please?" Deeks prompted with a grin.
The man working the truck chuckled at the exchange.
"Please?" Lily begged, out of breath.
"Sure, anything for you because you have such good manners," the man smiled at her. He disappeared for a second and then came back with the treat.
"We'll also take a Spiderman popsicle and three ice-cream sandwiches."
They made the exchange and began walking up the front walk towards the house. When they reached the door, Deeks stopped Lily from going in just yet. "Hey pumpkin, let's save that for after dinner, okay? Don't tell mommy I bought that for you."
"Okay!" Lily agreed, and skipped in the house. Not two seconds passed after Deeks closed the door when she shouted, "Mom Daddy bought me ice-cream!"
Groaning, Deeks followed the five-year-old's trail to the kitchen. Inside, Donny was happily sitting at the island counter with two of his action figures while Kensi and Julia were trying to waft smoke out of the kitchen.
"Whoa, what happened in here?" Deeks asked, opening some of the windows.
"Mommy burned the food again," Donny complained good-naturedly.
"Well, that's okay. We can have ice-cream for dinner," Deeks comforted him by piling the treats in front of him.
"Great," Julia mocked him with a smile. "I should have known with Kensi running her own family."
"Wait, hold up," Kensi finally stepped away from disposing of the charcoaled chicken roast. "You bought her ice-cream before dinner?"
