A/N: Tumblr prompt: Manicures

"Daddyyyy!" Lily whines in annoyance, rolling her eyes at the way Finn's brows are furrowing in confusion.

"What?" he asks, distracted. He's never been a good multi-tasker, so he really wishes that the kid would shut up for a second, cause she's been talking non-stop for like, thirty minutes. But seriously. How do women even do this shit?

"You're doing it all wrong!"

"What? No I'm not! See?" he demands, gesturing for her to get off the chair she's sitting on to look at Rachel's toes. Lily comes and takes a look, and proceeds to look at him pointedly.

"Mommy's gonna be so mad at you," she tells him. Crap. Okay fine, so there's like, nail polish on her skin, but you can barely see it anyway, and at seven months, Rachel can't even see any part of her feet, literally, since their son is kinda blocking everything in her path 'cause he's growing so quickly ("Five and a half pounds Finn. In seven months! I swear if he gets your head, you're pushing him out yourself.").

But that's what mirrors are for though. He groans. He told his wife that he should be the last person putting nail polish on anything, least of all her tiny toes, but Rachel had insisted that she needed a manicure (she totally doesn't. Her toes are fine), and that she was entirely too pregnant to actually go out for one (which, granted, is kind of true), and because apparently, he 'made her this way', that job falls on him.

He didn't bother trying to tell her that it takes two to salsa, because he tried that when she made him shave her legs while she was pregnant with Lily and, well, he doesn't really need a reminder of what resulted in him shaving them anyway.

Lily's giving him this look, like she's disappointed in him or something, and when exactly did his eight year old begin to start channeling her mother anyway?

"C'mon Lil, you can barely see it." Lily straightens up, her hands on her hips as she shoots him a snooty look.

"Just because I can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there daddy. That smudge on mommy's big toe will still be there."

He stares at her, dumbfounded. God, it's like Rachel fell asleep and her soul (or essence or whatever) decided to hang out in Lily's body or something.

"Well, what should I do?"

"You should get the nail polish remover."

"The what?"

Lily sighs like the little drama queen that she is, rolling her eyes dramatically before bounding away towards the dresser for a bottle that he guesses must be the nail polish remover.

"Watch me, daddy," she says commandingly, snatching the cloth off the edge of the bed. "I know what I'm doing. Mommy showed me how."

He hides a smile as he watches his daughter get to work, popping open the bottle like a pro and doing… whatever the hell it is she's doing. Rachel stretches at one point, when Lily's fingers glide against a sensitive patch of skin, letting out a small giggle before she goes right back to sleep. The woman practically hibernates these days.

"There!" Lily says proudly about five minutes later, turning to him with a giant beam on her face. "See?" she asks, pointing to her mother's toes, the polish now clean and even. "Perfect."

He chuckles, leaning forward to give her a hug.

"You're a lifesaver Liliput," he says affectionately. She grins up at him, sighing dramatically.

"Whatever will you do without me daddy?