A/N: Father!Law & Mother!Reader.

It was freezing outside. Even though he was actually used to low temperatures, Law had to say that this wasn't entirely comfortable. The cold wind ran wildly, and thousands of small snowflakes danced around with vigor, making it difficult to move and see what was ahead.

The doctor snuggled into his coat, his bad mood was evident. After the long day he had had, the last thing he needed was a weather comparable to a snowstorm. The only thing that helped him to see anything were the lamps that stood about two meters away from each other, and the passing cars from people who still dared to drive with this kind of weather. 

But that wasn't the only thing. He would, from time to time, spare a glance at the warm light that came from a home. The thought made him smile. He knew that he would end reaching the place he himself could call home. 

"Momma, when is Poppa going to arrive?" Your little (H/C)-haired daughter asked, supporting her head on her chubby arms which were resting on the table. You sighed, drawing a smile on your face.

"I'm sure he will get here soon. Are you hungry, sweetie?" She quickly shook her head, but her stomach had other plans, and it grumbled loudly. You laughed softly, and the three-year-old grunted.

"I want to wait for him." She mumbled lowly, her gray eyes glaring at the soup. 

"But the soup will cool down if you don't have it soon." You warned, poking her nose, making her whine.

Just then, the front door was opened, and you swear you felt a rush of cold air enter the house before the door was closed. You saw (D/N)'s eyes light up as her dad appeared in the living room, taking his coat off. She didn't waste a second in getting up and running towards Law, who just smiled at her. However, in her way towards him, she tripped with a choked squeak, and you gasped. 

"Is my little one okay?" Law asked, getting his daughter in his arms as she started sobbing a bit. "Don't cry, it was just a small fall, darling." He softly kissed her forehead, and you swear you were about to melt when (D/N) suddenly wrapped her her short arms around his neck, while he patted her back. 

"And how was work today, love?" You asked as you dragged the chair for him to sit. He smiled and accepted the seat with the toddler still in his grasp. He sighed, feeling (D/N)'s small fingers play with the tattoos on his left hand.

"Tiring, as always." He grumbled, using his free hand to take the spoon and start eating. You frowned, but changed it for a reassuring smile as you leaned into him and kissed his cheek.

"But you are here now, so relax."

You were now washing the dishes, after Law had offered himself to pick up the table. A small smiled seemed to be permanently plastered on your face, and it was because of the joyful giggles that your toddler girl would let out. Right now, your husband was taking a break and playing with her. But if you only knew what things were going on in that living room...

"I love it when Poppa styles my hair!" The child hummed as she felt Law's hands carefully working on a small braid. He wouldn't admit it if someone pointed it out, but he knew he had a stupid grin on his face right now. 

"Is that so? What do you want to play next?" He asked gently, having finished the braid at that moment. (D/N) seemed to be in thought, but she quickly answered.

"I want to style Poppa's hair too!" Law paled at what his daughter had just beamed. He really liked his hair the way it was, so why would he?

"(D/N)..." He was about to refuse, when she turned around and gave him those puppy eyes she had inherited from her mother. Dammit. He gritted his teeth, but suppressed a sigh while mumbling a low "Yeah." The happy noise she made was definitely worth it. 

"Okay, Poppa, close your eyes." She demanded professionally, and he smiled while doing so. He didn't like being ordered around, but his little sunshine was a complete exception. "Okay, don't open them." He nodded and lowered his head a bit so the kid could have a better access to his raven hair. 

He felt her tugging at his hair, while she giggled without pause, like the child she was. He was starting to feel uncomfortable, but didn't complain as to not disappoint her. 

"Yay! It's done!" She chimed, hopping from the sofa, and Law finally opened his eyes to find her handing him a small, fake mirror. "Look! You are so cute!" 

Law felt a vein pop on his cheek as he looked at his distorted reflection on the mirror. Some of his wild locks had pink, yellow and blue little ribbons awfully tied to them.

"Well?" She looked so full of life and energy. So, swallowing his embarrassment, he formed a small smile.

"You did a wonderful job, darling." He complimented, and her gray eyes sparkled in glee. 

"Yay! Now let's get to make-up!" Wait... what? Law frowned sternly and lifted a finger at (D/N) who was already looking for her small cosmetic set. 

"No." He said bluntly, making her stop in her tracks and turn around. She was wide-eyed, and he felt a rush of guilt shake his body. 

"Oh..." Was the only thing that left her lips, and she looked down, her hands with the pink set dropping. She left it on the table -with help of a chair, since she couldn't reach the top- and walked away, almost tripping once. Law sighed a bit, feeling terrible. Come on, Law. If Cora-san could, you can as well, he thought to himself. 

"Wait..." He said hesitantly, effectively catching her attention. "I... guess I can let you... but don't use a lot of make-up." He added the last part quickly.

Then again... her face was definitely worth it. 

"Well, shall we go to sleep?" You asked, walking into the living room. But you got no response. You let out a curious sound as you localized those two sitting on the couch, (D/N) hiding Law's face as she did something to him. "Huh? What are you-" Whatever you had to say next was cut of by intense laugher, as you finally realized what was happening. Law growled at your reaction, only to get poked on the nose.

"Don't do that, Poppa!" Some more swings of that chubby arm of her and she was done. "Yep! Beautiful!" Law, once again, looked into the mirror, and this time truly growled. At least his daughter hadn't used that much make-up on him, but the lilac-colored lipstick had traveled towards more places than his lips alone, reaching his cheekbones, nose and even forehead. How had it tainted his freaking forehead?

"You look amazing, love." You said, still giggling uncontrollably. Law looked as pissed off as ever, yet he didn't want to scold his daughter for something she did for the fun of it. After all, it wasn't that-

Flash.

"Oh my God, this is unique." You chuckled as you looked at the photo you just took from your lovely husband. Law's eyes widened, and he got up, ready to snatch the mobile phone from you.

"Erase the photo!" He ordered, running after you.

"Never!" You yelled back. But Law didn't expect you to stop all of a sudden, so when he finally got you, it was to smash his body against yours. You whined at the sudden impact, but your eyes never left the place where they were locked, not even to glare at Law.

Even the doctor was about to say something when he realized what it was that you were looking at. (D/N) was hugging the nearest cushion, lying in fetal position as she breathed evenly.

You both shared a glance as a smile crept up to your faces almost simultaneously. Without saying anything, Law took his daughter in his arms again, and walked upstairs to your bedroom, you following close behind.

Once you arrived the room, Law carefully placed (D/N) in her cradle and covered her body with those sheets which had printed polar bears. You bent down and kissed her forehead, and Law played with a soft strand of (H/C) hair. 

"Good night, darling." He whispered, straightening up to look at you. You were still looking at him with that goofy grin of yours, and as you walked up to him, you lifted a hand to take one of the small ribbons, and took it off. Law grimaced slightly because it wasn't pleasant to feel someone pulling your hair.

"You are a good father, Law." You hummed, taking ribbon after ribbon from his hair, and once it was free, you dove a hand into his locks.

"If you say so..." He bent down to steal a kiss that you returned gladly. Sighing happily when you felt his hands stroke their way to your hips, you didn't notice how he pulled something from the pocket of your jeans. Only when his smirk broke the kiss you realized that he had stolen your mobile.

"Law!" You gasped breathlessly, and he chuckled, as he didn't waste time in erasing the dammed photo. He then looked at you, and smirked, before tapping on the screen and taking a photo. "What the-"

"You sure look lovely." He purred, showing you the photo, and you jaw dropped when you saw that your lips were a mess of lilac lipstick.

"Law! That's not fair!" He just chuckled while bringing you closely as you only focused on erasing the photo.

"Shh, you'll wake her up..."