hey, sorry it took so long, school has been a bitch. I have a lot of chapters written, now its just up loading them. and I saw the best once reference ever, I was reading a summery for a dable prompt and it was about some one cheating on some one else and another person finding and they described it as, 'will they keep the secret or will they pull a snow white, (tell some one)' I laughed for so long. can we call it that from now on? cause that's just awesome

Chapter 9: Robberies

The sound of glass braking was piercing. David sat up in bed, he saw what caused it. A shadow of a man. He sprang from his bed.

The intruder looked at him sharply. Then lunged at him.

They fought, punches were thrown. David was hit first in the jaw then the stomach. He was thrown back by this, only to come right back with a left jab then right cross. The shadow throw a wild left hock only to get the old wax on wax off, and a swift body shot to the side, just missing the kidneys. The shadow tried to throw a few punches, but each were dodge and countered with a hook to the kidneys and a solid right cross that hit him square in the jaw. Sending the shadow crashing down on the coffee table which gave into his weight. He was down for the count.

Mary Margaret rushed into the apartment through the caked door. She flicked the switch to the see the reminisce of the bought.

David stood over the man. His face bruised and slightly blood. He panted trying to catch his breath.

"I heard the crash and the fighting," she was very flustered and trying to explain her presence.

"Call the police I have to check on Emma." She nodded at his directions. He turned to go upstairs to Emma's room, when he saw her standing a few steps from the bottom with her blanket in hand.

"Hey," he cooed rushing up to her. He scooped her up and held her tight top his chest. "It's ok," he stroked her back.

"I heard a noise and then fighting. I thought something happened to you. I was so scared daddy!"

He held her even tighter. Smiling slightly, she called him daddy. His heart swelled in his chest."

"Shh… it's ok." He reassured her, "everything is ok, you're safe."

"The sheriffs on his way." Mary Margaret saw the two in their embrace and walked to them.

"thank you." David looked to her as Emma berried herself further into him, her head in his shoulder.

When Sheriff Graham arrived the intruders had begun to regain consciousness. Only to be cuffed and read his rights.

Graham took their statements. It turned out the robber was just some local teenage punk, it wasn't his first time in the back of grahams cruiser.

David watched from the window as the kid was driven off in the back of the squad car. Taking just a little too much enjoyment of the sight.

Mary Margaret handed him a mug of hot chocolate.

"Thank you." Was all he said, not taking his eyes away from the window. Emma sat at the table drinking hers.

"How is she?" he finally asked moving away from the window.

"After you calmed her down she seemed fine. The coco always helps too."

As David took a sip of the drink he let out a sound of agreement. She does make the best hot chocolate.

"Is there?" he pointed to his mug.

"I put a little whiskey in there for you. Thought you might need it."

"Thanks." He took another swig. "what time is it?"

"About four am."

"Ugh!" David couldn't decide I it was too early or too late.

"I best be going." Mary Margaret placed her mug on the side table and walked to the door.

"Thank you. Again." David was close behind her, she smiled. To both of their surprise David pulled her into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around her. "You really helped. Thank you." It was as if he could never saw those words enough. Neither of them wanted to break the hug, but they had to.

She left, closing the door behind her. He looked back to see Emma grinning at him.

"What?"

"You like her don't you?" she had that mistivius grin that made him smile, "its ok, daddy, I like her too."

He smiled from ear to ear at the sound of his new name. The way it rolled off her lips was perfect. It was like only she was too speak that word to him, it was invented only for her to say to him.

"What?"

"You called me daddy."

"Should I not?" she was terrified of his response.

"You can if you want." He scooped her up in his arms. "You are my daughter." They hugged and he carried to her room, tucked her in and gave her a kiss.

The next morning (more like that morning) Mary Margaret woke later than usual. Thinking that after a night like that and it being the weekend she could sleep in. she realized she had over slept as it was 11:35. She stood and brushed the sleepiness from her eyes. I should check on David and Emma. She thought. She quickly got dressed, nothing fancy jeans and a long sleeve green shirt.

She left her apartment hearing a hammering noise coming from the Nolan's.\

David's lovely smile greeted her and he ushered her into his apartment. Emma sat at the table.

"How did you sleep?" he asked sitting down next to his daughter.

"Fine." She was caught off guard to see Marco with his tool box. "What's uh… what's going on?" pointing at the older gentlemen.

"Just putting in a few security measures." He pointed to the oversized lock on the door. It was solid oak.

"You like it? I call it medieval sheik."

"It looks ridicules."

"I don't care what it looks like as long as it keeps intruders out."

"All finished Mr. Nolan." Marco stated putting the last off his tools into his tool box.

"David please, and thank you Marco, you are a regular gipedo."

"Oh that means august would be Pinocchio," the older men laughed looking to his son who sat quietly on the couch. "At least I could tell when he is lying."

David joined the laughter.

"August lets go." His son hopped off the couch and fallowed his father out the door, giving a wink to David as he left. Marco refused to have David pay him for his help. But David couldn't do that to him, so he gave it to august, who promised he would slip it into his dad's wallet.

"So Em, why don't we take Mary Margaret out to lunch, as a thank you for her help last night?"

"Oh no," she protested.

"Yeah!" Emma exclaimed, rushing out of her seat to get dressed.

"David, no."

"I insist. It's my turn to buy any way."