No One's POV

"Daddy Chuck!" Nora screams happily, running towards the only father she's ever known as fast as her small toddler legs could carry her, her small, Princess Sofia back pack bouncing on her back.

"Sweet pea!" Chuck exclaims, immediately kneeling to catch her barreling weight.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Chuck apologizes to Matt and Nora's teacher after scooping Nora up and hiking her up on his hip.

"Don't make it a habit, Mr. Shurley." Their teacher, Mrs. Collins replies. "But, I hope everything is alright."

"Oh- oh yeah. Fine. Just- just a miscommunication… Really. I'm so sorry! Won't happen again." Chuck promises, offering his hand to Matthew. "Come on, bud. Time to go home. Say good bye to your teacher."

"Where's mommy?" Nora asks, her head tucked into Chuck's neck.

"Oh- oh, mommy- mommy had to- to- go on a work trip for a while. I promise she'll be back soon." Chuck lies. "Guess you're stuck with me. Think I'll do?" Chuck tickles Nora a little as he straps her into her car seat.

"I guess, Daddy Chuck!" Nora giggles.

"Okay, good. How about we hit McDonald's? Get you both a Happy Meal?"

"Okay, Daddy Chuck." Nora nods.

"Hey, what is it, my sweet pea?" Chuck asks. "Not enough ketchup?" Chuck peers into the Happy Meal bag. "Worse, did they forgot the toy?"

"No… I gots the Twinkle Dash pony. See?" Nora pulls out the blue My Little Pony figurine from the movie.

"Oh, that's great sweetie. So, why do you look so sad?"

"Daddy Chuck- momma- momma didn't leave us- like our reals daddy, right?" Nora asks, eyes worried and fearful.

"Oh, no- no, sweet pea. No. Promise. Just a work trip. She'll be back before you know it." Chuck promises, his heart breaking for his little Nora's worried expression, and wondering how exactly he'd explain it if Emery wasn't. "You have nothing to worry about. She's fine. I'm sure of it."

"Here are is your Chicken Noodle soup with garlic bread you requested." An angel walks in with a tray of food.

"Did I say Chicken Noddle? Oh… I meant Chicken Gnocchi soup. I'm so sorry. I hope that's not a problem!" Emery apologizes with the most innocent expression she can muster. "You can leave the garlic bread, though." At that she sends the angel a smile.

The female angel looks like she's about ready to throw the plate at Emery's face or smite her.

"It's an honest mistake. I'm sure you just misheard me." Emery waves off, munching on a piece of garlic bread. "Mmm, good bread." She waves the bread stick a little.

"Fine. I'll be back." The angel grinds out, flicking wings back irritably and disappearing in another moment.

Emery merely smirks and holds back a snort as she continues to chew on the piece of bread.

"A bowl of Chicken Gnocchi." The angel returns in what seems to be the fastest few moments Emery could count.

"Oh… You know…" Emery looks at the bowl. "I really hate to do this… I mean, it looks absolutely amazing. I just- my stomach sort of hurts. Might be better to have the Chicken Noodle after all. Maybe the bread didn't set well. Or maybe it's just being away from home. I don't know. But, I'd really appreciate having the Chicken Noodle. Thanks!" Emery smiles.

The angel definitely looked like they were going to smite her now, but Emery wasn't here to make friends; she wanted to go home.

"Raphael did say that you were supposed to-" Emery reminds.

The angel snaps this time, simply disappearing without saying a word, clearly her little game of mouse getting under their skin.

"Your. Soup." The angel punctuates, practically slamming the tray down in front of her, looking frustrated beyond belief; that took less time than Emery expected.

"You know…" Emery looks down.

The angel actually growls, eyes lighting up with grace before the angel is gone in a blink; Emery really wasn't surprised when her bedroom door (a door when she tried to open it, went nowhere, instead was a blank wall), slams open a moment later.

"Oh… Hi. You finally graced me with your presence, your Royal Arrogant Douche?" Emery snarks, mock bowing at Raphael.

"My angels inform me that you aren't eating… And that you keep switching your order." Raphael demands.

"Well, it's hardly my fault that your angels can't follow them… And, excuse me if I'm wrong, but you're the one that told me that they would get me whatever I wanted while I was here?" Emery corrects.

"You will eat." Raphael demands.

"And I want to leave. We can't all get what we want, now can we?" Emery hisses back, glaring at the Archangel douche bag with wings.

"Then you will starve."

"How fucking cliché." Emery rolls her eyes. "What are we, in Beauty and the Beast?"

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't, you asshole." Emery scoffs. "But trust me, the Beast was cuter."

"You're supposed to like me." Raphael states almost petulantly, clearly not understanding why his mate didn't like him.

"Like hell I do. Hell's gonna need to freeze over before then!" Emery hisses, jumping up and taking a slightly offensive stance, not that she thought it would do much difference against an Archangel, but it made her feel better.

"Now, read my lips. I don't like you. In a matter of fact, I hate you. So, you can shove your stupid ass opin-" Emery begins to rant only for Raphael to disappear. "Asshole." Emery mutters, plopping down on the bed.