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Wade toed of his boots and padded into the room on his socks. Jamie sat quietly on her bed, gazing intently at the wall as if trying to obliterate it. She sat on the foot end of the bed. He sat down behind her, cross-legged and waited. It was never a good idea to push her. She could get violent.
"I hate you sometimes." She snapped.
Wade sighed. "I figured as much. I get it, I'm not a good dad." He said, he sounded almost apologetic, but he was Wade Wilson. A merciless mercenary who just so happened to have a kid. She was never part of the plan.
"We had a sex-ed class a couple of months back." She continued in a very cold tone. Wade chocked on air. Weren't ten a little young for that? "I know what hooker means too now."
Wade cleared his throat. "That's nice." He cursed himself silently. Nice? What the hell was wrong with him? Does he have no brains? He cleared his throat again. "I don't really get what that has to do with you hating me, care to explain?" He asked.
"The blonde and brunette are hookers as well." She snapped.
Wade frowned, trying to remember when he had said it out loud. He didn't, right? Not in front of her, he wouldn't. He was a little smarter than that, right?
"You can stop thinking now. I can hear your thoughts."
Wade stared at her. His daughter was a telepath. Great.