Luka sat on the couch next to you, Kiara perched on his lap, her small hands clutching his cardigan as she tried to lean closer to you. She pouted, her little eyes narrowing when Luka shifted, pulling you into his side.

"Dad! You're too close to papa/mama!" Kiara grumbled, trying to squirm her way between you both.

Luka chuckled softly, holding Kiara securely against him. "You know, Kiara, I can't help it if I want to spend time with mama/papa too. You have to share," he said, his voice playful but gentle.

Kiara crossed her arms over her chest, huffing dramatically, her lip jutting out as she looked at you. She then tugged on Luka's sleeve, pulling his attention away from you for a second. "Daddy...mama/papa's mine!"

Luka gave her a soft smile, his fingers gently brushing through her blonde hair that matches his. "I know, sweetie, but mama/papa loves both of us, right?" He gave you a glance, his voice turning slightly teasing. "Isn’t that right?"

Kiara gave him a skeptical look, but she begrudgingly nodded. She let out a sigh before crawling up onto your lap, her tiny hands gripping your shirt as she snuggled into you. Luka, ever the patient father, only smiled and allowed Kiara her moment.

"You know, I’d buy you anything you want, but mama/papa's attention... that's a little trickier," Luka said, a quiet, affectionate laugh escaping him.

Kiara just gave him a side-eye, her small arms wrapped tightly around your neck, clearly content to have you all to herself for now. Despite their playful fights, Luka’s heart swelled with affection as he watched his little girl, the one he never thought he could bond with, rest comfortably in your arms.

Luka leaned in closer, nuzzling his cheek against yours. "I’ll get her the next toy she wants... but you’re still mine," he whispered, only half-serious. And kissed your ear softly