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Title: 020 Fortitude - One Hundred Reasons
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Miranda (OFC), Lassiter/Polly
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: This'll melt your face off.
Complete: Yes
Summary: One of my responses for my 100 themes collection revolving around Lassiter and Polly.
A/N: Thank you to Raych for this rockin' idea! XDDDDDDD
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or it's characters.

Lassiter grunted as something poked him in the ribs, a small hand hot on his chest. What the hell…? The bed shifted slightly with the weight of the tiny figure clambering over him and he groaned. “Miranda…not yet…”

She settled heavily on his chest and he jerked slightly as two warm pudgy hands landed on his eyes, pushing his eyelids up. From the doorway he heard Polly trying to stifle her giggles with her hand.

“Miranda,” he said, “It’s—” His eyes flicked over to the alarm clock on his bedside table and he groaned again. “It’s seven am on my day off. Daddy’s not getting out of bed for another three hours, minimum.”

“But Daddy, I’m hungry!”

He sighed heavily, catching the girl’s small arms in his hands and said, “Miranda, your mommy is awake. Make her feed you.”

“But I want you, Daddy.”

He groaned and rolled over, trying not to smile at Miranda’s shrieks of delight as she was pinned beneath his arm. “Your mother put you up to this, didn’t she? I’m going to kill you, Polly,” he said, voice muffled as he spoke into his pillow.

“I didn’t have to put her up to anything, dear. She’s hungry,” she said, voice colored with amusement. “And don’t threaten me in front of our four year old.”

“Oh, because it matters,” he retorted.

“Let me go, Daddy! Let go, let go!” Miranda squealed, squirming in his grasp.

“I don’t think so. You woke me up. Now you’re stuck, kid.”

“Daddy! Mommy! Help me!” she wailed. Hiding a grin in his pillow, Lassiter loosened his grip on her, allowing her to slip free and she scrambled over his back, knocking the air out of him briefly. She put both palms on his back and began shaking him back and forth, saying, “Come onnnn, Daddy! Get up!”

“Nope,” he replied and put the pillow over his head.

“Daddy!” came the muffled cry.

“I can’t hear you!”

“All right, sweetie,” he heard Polly say, her amusement clear. “Let’s let Daddy sleep for one more hour, then you can wake him up again, okay?”

“But you said we could have breakfast together, Mommy,” she moaned, disappointment oozing in her tone.

“I know, honey, but clearly Daddy values his sleep more than time with his—”

“All right, all right, I’m getting up!” he said and threw the pillow aside.

“YAY!” Miranda squealed and launched herself at his chest as he sat up, her arms latching around his neck.

Lassiter sighed. “You two have broken my will of steel.”

“Snapped it like a twig, dear,” Polly said and kissed him.

Miranda giggled.