Gaben – Yes, I know. There's a reason why she can afford that dress. All will be revealed at a later date.
Zandra – Stop giving me more ideas! :D
JoesphineX – Glad my Ray amused you.
Raven24link – Ray would send people to the electric chair for fashion mistakes.
Vintage- Wonder – What was your second favourite? ;)
MalikaiDragonSlayer – Updated soon… kinda.
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She Gets That from You
"James," Raven sighed, shaking her head as she watched their daughter closely. "I think Anna-Marie has some serious issues."
Logan glanced away from the hockey game he was watching and arched an eyebrow at his woman. "How so?" he grunted, seeing his little girl playing just fine with her toys.
"For starters she likes pirates. Have you ever met anybody who announces to all they meet that Captain Hook is their boyfriend?" she hissed, starting to pace in front of the TV.
Snorting, he captured her by the arm and pulled her to sit on his lap. "Ray, she don't even know what the word means. The kid thinks it's some kinda friend that owns a set of balls."
Raven rolled her eyes to the heavens. Her husband wasn't taking her at all seriously and she told him so. "This is our daughter we're discussing," she added, hoping he would finally take her words at face value instead of dismissing them out of hand.
"Darlin', I know who she is. I'm only sayin' you're worrying over nothing. Anna's going through a stage, that's all. She'll grow out of it pretty quick."
"And what about the growling?"
Logan shrugged, his eyes snapping back to the game. "What about it?"
"My own daughter growled at me when I tried to make her wear a dress!" Raven complained, her eyes narrowing at the very thought. "She gets that from you, James."
"I'd growl if you wanted me to wear a dress too," he snorted, picking up his bottle of beer and smirking at his wife. "She don't like 'em, Darlin'. You can't make her wear stuff she ain't into."
"But she's a girl. Girls wear dresses, they love wearing dresses!"
He snorted again and left it at that. His woman should know by now Anna weren't gonna be wearing nothing but shirts and pants for a long time coming. The kid scowled like there was no tomorrow if you suggested anything but.
"James, it's ridiculous. Do you remember when she was 18-months-old and I put that pink bow in her hair?" she asked, waving a hand in front of his face to steal his attention away from the awful sports on the television.
Logan smirked in amusement, nodding. "Yeah, I remember. She fed it to the dog."
"Then the dog vomited in my limited edition Jimmy Choo's, Husband. It wasn't a laughing matter then and it's still not. Have you any idea how pleased I was when that dog died?"
His shit eating grin quickly vanished. "Hell, Ray. That mutt was part of the family," he growled, giving his woman a look. "Anna cried buckets for weeks after he died."
"And I should have had the disgusting creature skinned! I could have used his fur for a new—"
"Coat," Logan finished for her with a snort. "You know who you sound like?"
Raven arched a wary eyebrow. "Don't you dare, James Logan."
"Cruella –"
"James!" she gasped, leaping to her feet. "Say one more word and you'll never see me naked again."
"De Vil," he smirked, taking damn good pleasure at the appalled look on her face.
"I think you pay more attention to those movies than our daughter does," Raven frowned, folding her arms and turning away from her husband. "And I look nothing like that creation. You've been drinking far too much beer. Just look how much your stomach has expanded in the last few months. You're enormous, James. Like a stuffed peanut. "
"Yep," Logan smirked, dragging her back down on his knee and cupping her ass. "I've always been enormous, Darlin'. And there ain't no peanuts about it."
"I'm not going to have sex with you," she replied haughtily. "At least not until you apologise for your behaviour. I look nothing like Cruella de Vil."
"Hell, Ray" he growled in her ear. "You know you want me."
"I'd rather eat an entire mansion full of peanuts, dress up as a Dalmatian and dance the cancan on Broadway in front of the Brotherhood," Raven responded with a sneer. "And all I wanted was for Anna-Marie to wear a dress!"
Logan heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. God damn women.
Chucking her toys down, Anna crawled over to her mama and daddy, jumping up and hoping to scare 'em real bad.
"Boo!" she yelled, making a scary face.
He grinned at his kid and pulled her onto his lap too. "You hungry, Kiddo?"
Anna shook her head.
"Thirsty?"
She shook her head again.
"Need to hit the toilet?" he tried again.
Anna scowled. "Nuh uh, hittin' stuffs is naughty."
Logan snorted, nodding his head. "Yeah, I guess it is. What do you want then, little Darlin'?"
Tugging at her mama's dress, Anna opened her mouth as far as it would go and started to sing. She was a real good singing folk. "Cruella de Vil! Cruella de Vil!"
As Logan threw his head back and barked out a laugh, Raven's eyes narrowed. "You'll pay for this, Husband. Mark my words, you will pay for this."