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Opening the front door to his house, Lillian walked in with Sela still wrapped in her arms. Her brother was an idiot. He was always thinking with his pants and never his head; at least when it came to his home life. Well no, that wasn't true, he occasionally thought that way during work too. If she wasn't careful, Sela might pick up on his perverted habits. Oh dear god that would be a nightmare. She didn't need another Lysander in her life. Setting her bag down next to her own, she leaned into her ear and whispered something. Sela smiled and nodded as she was put down. Watching Sela scurry off, Lillian smiled to herself and followed after her slowly; slipping off her shoes in the process.

"Daddy!" Sela called as she dropped to her feet and ran to the kitchen. Her little boots thumped against the floor as she ran to him with a big smile on her face. "Daddy!" she called again as she jumped up and into his arms. She missed him. She missed both her parents. For nearly two whole days she had seen either of them and that was really the longest she had ever been away from them; well her mommy anyways. Her and her mommy were always together except when she was at work and she was at school. "I missed you daddy. Did you miss me too?" she asked looking up at him, blinking her innocent crimson eyes.

Lillian smiled to herself as she took a seat at the island and watched. No matter what she thought, she loved seeing them together. It warmed her heart that both of them are so accepting of each other. Bringing her hand up, she yawned into it and leaned against the counter, resting her cheek against the heel of her hand. "I said say hi to him, not freak out," she chuckled in amusement.

"Yay!" she cooed happily at hearing that he had missed her too. The day that he didn't miss her, she knew she would have become a terrible daughter. She didn't ever want that. For the rest of their lives, she wanted her daddy to love her. Smiling, her eyes closing briefly as he kissed her forehead, she opened them again and looked back up at him. "Uncle Kaito said that when I turn five, he'd let me read his Sherlock Holmes book!" she replied excitedly at the idea of being able to read one of her uncle's books. Her uncle's books always looked so interesting, even if he never showed it on his face. They must be if he kept reading them, otherwise why continue reading? "You'll be there for my birthday, right daddy?" she asked timidly, her gaze dropping to her fingers as they fidgeted nervously.

Lillian shook her head and rolled her eyes at the mention of the little girls birthday. Just like a child to get overly excited for their birthday even when it was still six months away. It was probably only because her father was in her life now. But seriously, you'd think she'd be more excited for Christmas since it was the closest familial holiday where she got presents. Much closer than her birthday. Hm, what would they do for those holidays coming up? There was still a month before Halloween, but what did she want to be this year? She was Minnie Mouse last year. Super cute. She'd have to give it some thought so Sinclair could make a new costume. Or maybe she'd just buy one this year. Her gaze dropped to the granite counter top at the thought of her former butler. He was still a friend, but she couldn't help but miss him; he did basically raise both her and Lysander. But, he did deserve his own life now that the two of them were grown up. Lillian turned her gaze back up to them with a small smile on her face.

Sela pursed her lips a little as she was set down, but she couldn't deny that she would be smarter than her uncle soon. She doubted her uncle had been reading for as long as she had, but Sela wasn't one to gloat. Looking up at him, she smiled at his promise. Good! This year her birthday would be extra special because he was going to be there. How exciting! To finally have her daddy at one of her birthdays would be the best present in the world! Scurrying off to her mommy, she climbed into her lap, smoothing her hands along the counter top and waiting for her dinner. She was super hungry! It felt like she hadn't eaten in days. Then again, she hadn't really eaten all day because she had been so engrossed in the history channel and the specials on the Seven Deadly Sins. She got around to Envy before she got up and got ready to be picked up. Not long after, her mommy came over to pick her up.

Lillian chuckled as the little girl came crawling into her lap; one of her favorite spots. When Sela was still a baby, Lillian would lean back in the recliner in her room, stroke her back and sing to her. Lillian wasn't the greatest singer, in fact she was probably one of the worst, but she did it to sooth her baby to sleep. She curled up into her lap all the same. Everything she did from the moment she was born, was all for her. Looking down at her baby, the blond woman smiled as she ran her fingers through the girl's navy hair. Kissing the top of her head, she looked up, along with Sela, when they heard him say their food was done. "Finally!" Sela shouted with her hands drumming against the counter top in happiness. Lillian let go of her daughter, who promptly climbed off her lap and into a chair at the table.

With a soft sigh, Lillian soon got up and followed after her. Sitting next to Sela, she looked over at the little girl with a loving smile on her face. Brushing hair out of her face, Lillian smiled at her. Sela looked up from taking a sip of her juice, a curious look on her face. Why was er mommy being so affectionate right now?

"Next time?" she questioned as she looked up at him, fork in hand. He wanted her to make dinner? "I...uh...I don't think you want one of my dinners." Her gaze dropped down to her food, looking at it with a slightly disconcerting look. "But mommy, you're dinners are so yummy!" Sela cooed with a big grin as she shoveled food into her face. Lillian shot her a look. Don't make her seem like some master chef because she was nothing of the sort. And she certainly wasn't even close to being better than Ty. She'd only been cooking for four or five years. Sure, she had improved since he first started teaching her, but she still wasn't all that great. She had help from Sinclair and the other cooks at her old home, but that didn't really make her any better.

"You have to say that cause it's the only food you get," she replied after a bite of the dinner he had made. Sela looked up again, her curious look back on her face. Tilting her head, she shook it lightly, "Not uh. I can have daddy's food too," she stated. "Traitor," Lillian huffed with a slight pout. Sela just smile to herself as she continued eating, her legs swinging happily under the table. The blond puffed her cheeks, stubbornly eating her food and avoiding both of their gazes. She wouldn't deny that she felt nervous about the idea. She had even felt that way while making breakfast earlier in the week.

Sela nodded. Then again, she had never had anything else until now. At least, not since she started eating solid food; that she could remember anyways. Last year, she had some of her uncle Sinclair's cooking. Now he, was a darn good cook! Better then both her mommy and daddy combined. But he was older then her parents and uncles even though he didn't look much older than the rest of them. He certainly had an air of maturity though. A smell of time on him, kind of like the pages of a really old book. Shoveling the chicken alfredo and broccoli into her mouth, she smiled to herself as she got lost in her own little world.

"Yeah well, Sela hasn't really had anything else but my cooking," she shrugged as she continued to eat. She wasn't really sure why it made her self-conscious. Honestly, she wasn't much of a cook. She knew how, obviously, but she enjoyed baking far more. Maybe it sounded a little cliche, a mother liking to bake, but she did. She grew one hell of a sweet tooth over the years. When you're depressed, you tend to crave sweet things to help you feel better in any way possible. Brownies and cheesecake were still her favorites to eat and make. Cooking, actual cooking, was what Sela liked to do even though she wasn't old enough to really cook without supervision though. She didn't mean to sound stand offish or anything, the idea just made her feel weird. Probably because she felt like she might be judged. Ty liked to cook and he'd been doing it for years, and she hadn't. In the end, she'd still probably do it, but she'd feel anxious the entire time.