A/N I don't own anyone but Bella.

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"So, are you ready?"

"I think so. I mean I'm all dressed and stuff and I know all my moves and my hair's up but I'm kinda nervous and a little hungry even though I just ate my cereal. It was really good cereal too, I mean I just love Lucky Charms even though there's never enough marshmallows in them. You know what I don't get, though; what the heck is that blue one? A balloon? Why is a balloon even lucky?"

"Bella, baby, I just asked if you were ready. If you're that upset, I'll stop buying it." Helena smirked.

"I'm ready." Bella said quickly, not willing to loose her favorite cereal. "Daddy's coming, right?"

"He said he would."

"Is that a yes?"

"I think so." Helena shrugged. "He'd better." Because if he doesn't I'll rip off his lack of face.

"If he doesn't come are you gonna rip his face off?"

"Yep."

"Well as long as you're honest about it."

Helena smirked. "So, what are you gonna do today?"

"Kick butt and kick it hard!" Bella declared with a grin.

"That's my girl." Helena nodded in approval. "I'll doubt they'll ever be able to sit again."

"I hope not, I'd feel really bad if that happens." Bella replied worriedly. "I mean you guys taught me how to kick pretty hard. Well, you and Aunt Dinah did, Uncle Ollie didn't really teach me anything but how to play poker."

Helena rubbed her temples. "He taught you how to play poker?"

"Yeah, but now I can beat him so we don't play as much." Bella said wistfully. She'd really like playing poker too. "Do you think I'll do okay?"

"Babygirl, you're gonna kick culo today." Helena said confidently. "Remember how well you did in your last tournament?"

"I won." Bella said thoughtfully. "But that was MMA, this is TKD."

"Call it what you want but you're still kicking the crap out of each other." Helena smiled.

"Mama! That's a bad word!" Bella exclaimed, horrified at her Mothers language.

"You've heard worse on the bus." Helena said dismissively. "But like I was saying, if there's one thing I taught you it's how to kick the living hell out of people, right?"

"Yep."

"Then stop being nervous!" Helena chided, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her daughters face. "Ugh, I swear your hair doesn't like to be put up!"

"It doesn't like ponytails very much." Bella explained.

"I can tell." Helena muttered. "It's been driving me crazy for years now."

Bella giggled and opened her mouth to respond when she caught sight of a red haired man walking towards them. "Daddy!" She exclaimed joyously giving him a hug.

"Uh, hello." Vic mumbled.

Bella looked up at him semi-annoyed. "You know, you are allowed to hug me. I won't bite, I might punch a little, but I won't bite."

Vic smiled lightly and ruffled her hair. "I hope not."

"Ugh, thanks, I just spent twenty minutes trying to fix her hair and in two seconds you mess it up again." Helena glared at him.

"Hello to you too." Vic muttered.

Bella looked at them sadly. Mommy's and Daddy's were supposed to love each other and live together and have other kids. Why did her Mama and Daddy not like each other? Well, Daddy liked Mama but Mama was really mad at Daddy.

Helena noticed a sad look on her baby girls face. "What's wrong sweetie?"

"Do you and Daddy have to fight?" She sniffed. "I don't like it."

"We're not fighting we're just...debating." Vic cut in.

"No, we're having a disagreement." Helena frowned.

"Yes, a debate."

"No, debating is when you're debating something."

"Well what do you think arguing is?"

"Look, pal, I don't have to let you come-"

"See! You're fighting again and you're not supposed to." Bella whimpered. "Mama's and Daddy are supposed to love each other, not want to rip each others faces off."

Helena suddenly felt guilty, why did she have to say that? Six was a delicate age; kids tended to blame things on themselves and have ideas about how things should be. "We don't hate each other, baby, we just don't get along very well." Helen explained.

"Why, did I do something?" Bella whispered.

"No, I did." Vic muttered bitterly.

Helena looked up in surprise, Vic was blaming himself? It was his fault, but still...admitting that to your daughter while knowing that she could end up hating you; that made her feel a tiny bit more respectful of Vic. But only a little.

"Look, let's just get you ready to go and fight, alright?" Helen asked tiredly.

"Okay." Bella said brightening up. "I have to go wait over there, you guys are gonna sit together, right? Pretty please?"

"Well, she did say please." Vic mumbled.

"Fine, but only since you said please." Helena frowned. That stupid incident a few days ago with the dress was still in her mind, she'd been weak and she couldn't do that again.

Isabellas' entire face lit up. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Vic smiled tiredly. "You're welcome."

"So, we sit here?"

"Yep."

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Where else would you like us to sit dummy? The ceiling?"

Vic looked at her tiredly. "You're still mad at me."

"Damn straight." Helena glared.

"Why, I thought we were getting along better."

"We were, until you had to go and pull that stunt with the dress. Get it through her head Vic, you're not getting in my pants again." Helena spat taking a sip of her coffee.

"What stunt? You asked me to help you zipper it up and I did, nothing happened!"

"I'm still mad."

Vic looked at her wearily. "I know. But thank you."

"For?"

"Letting me come."

"Oh." Helena muttered. "Can I ask a question?"

"What is it?"

"Why the hell aren't you mad at me? I just yelled at you and got mad but you're thanking me for getting to come."

Vic mulled over this for a few seconds. "Because...part of me knows I deserve it. I hurt you bad and unintentionally put you in a terrible situation. And again, thank you."

"What for?"

"Bella. For having her, I mean. Most woman would have had an abortion."

"I don't know if you noticed, babe, but I'm not like most women."

"I know." He muttered looking over her body and thinking of her. "Believe me."

"As I was saying." She continued. "I wasn't going to get rid of her. I mean, I was still mad as hell at you for ditching me, but she didn't do anything wrong. I didn't want to deny her life. 'Sides, between the freaking hormones and you walking out, it was a pretty emotional time."

"I'm sorry. I-I should have been there, and if I knew I would have been but-"

"It would have been out of pity if you knew." Helen said coldly. "I don't like to be pitied, Vic."

Vic nodded slowly. "I-I see your point. But, if I knew I'd have never left. For one that would shoot my reasoning out the window..." He muttered the last part under his breath.

"What was that?" Helena asked.

"Nothing."

Snap!

Thud!

Bang!

Bella was enjoying this. Because, for some odd reason, fighting actually made her calm down. She figured that it must be the adrenaline putting everything in perspective, the thrill of the fight, the thud of her kicks connecting. . .

She also like to win.

But that was a bonus. Either way, Bella loved a good match. She gave a silent prayer of thanks to her mother for teaching her that one kick, she was using it to beat the snot out of her opponent.

She dodged a punch and roundhouse kicked her opponent in the gut, a loud Thud! echoing around the gymnasium of her school.

This guy was to easy.

Wait a minute, Mama says don't get cocky 'cause then you'll loose. She also says spaghetti sauce is the best sauce. I wish I had some spaghetti, I'm pretty hungry now. Maybe we'll go out to eat later.

A punch to her chest knocked her out of her thoughts. "Ouch!" She cried. She fixed a death glare at her opponent and attacked him with a series of flying kicks, shouts, and punches.

No one punches a Bertinelli girl and gets away with it.

The buzzer went off and she grinned, she'd done just what Mama said she would and kicked the crap out of him. She offered the bigger boy a hand as he sat up.

"Good match." He grumbled; not very happy to have been beaten by a girl, much less one that was half his size.

"Yep." Bella lied. It had been way to easy for her taste. Mama and Daddy would be happy though, speaking of them, where were they? She scanned the bleachers looking for her parents, a pretty Italian and a redhead weren't exactly hard to find.

Her eyes roamed over the crowd and past a couple kissing looking for-Waitaminute!

Her eyes latched onto the kissing couple again, it was Mama and Daddy! No way. . .She thought, but it was them, happily sucking each others faces off.

Bella grinned.

Vic looked over at the match worriedly.

"Calm down Vic, yeesh, it's a sparring match, not a fight to the death."

"But look at the size of the monster she's fighting, he's twice her size!" He protested.

"Yeah but-wait, are you worried?" Helena snickered.

"Yes! Why aren't you?"

"Because I'm the one who trains her and she gets lessons from Dinah. You've seen both of us fight, Bella's got just as much talent."

"Well, maybe, but. . ."

"And...you're still worried." Helena smiled.

"Well, yes, I am. Is that so wrong?" He huffed.

"Nope, but it's pretty funny watching you get so worked up." And kinda cute in a Baby-Daddy kind of way.

He opened his mouth to respond when Bella gave a cry of pain. "Ouch!"

"See! I told you that. . ." He trailed off watching his daughter give her opponent a glare that would have made Batman proud and begin to kick the crap out of the boy she was fighting.

"See." Helena smirked triumphantly.

"She fights just like you." Vic said suddenly. "Same glare and everything."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"It was." Vic assured her.

"Oh, look!" Helena grinned as the score number shot up. "Hah, she's killing the little twerp!"

"Helen!" He laughed.

"What, she is!" Helena smiled, glowing with pride.

"Yes, she is." Vic said with an equally proud look.

"Just give it a minute. . ." Helena murmured watching the clock. "Just...wait...and there it-SHE WON!" Helena shouted.

Vic laughed all out. "Well, you taught her after all."

Without a second thought, Helena threw her arms around his neck and shoved her mouth onto his.

For a second Vic froze before gaining control back and wrapping his arms around her, holding her close. He felt her open her mouth and slip her tongue and his, parading around in his mouth as his greeted her happily.

For a few seconds they smashed lips furiously, happily, and completely on aware of anyone else. Running their hands through each others hair furiously with small moans and panting chests.

Suddenly Helena broke off with a pop, breathing heavily and staring at him in disbelief.

"Uhhh..." Vic said intelligently as his face turned bright red.

"Um, that never happened!" Helena blurted looking slightly embarrassed.

"Uh, right." Vic agreed.

"No, seriously, that didn't." Helena glared. "I just got a little caught up in the moment, alright? Nothing happened, at all." She hissed.

"Yes ma'am." Vic said.

"Uh, let's go see Bella." Helena suggested awkwardly. "Will talk about this, uh, incident later when she's not around."

"Okay." He agreed as they headed down the steps avoiding eye contact.

Well, Thought Vic, this complicates things.