Vita: Okay ^_^ thanks for letting me know! hope this chapter is better with the talking.
Darkness: Sorry for any confusion but we must have different time zones, I posted the first chapter this morning
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When Anna-Marie woke up, she was confused about her surroundings. It wasn't her bedroom and wasn't her Mummy or Daddy's bedroom either. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she remembered what had happened the day before, frowning as realization dawned on her. Her daddy had driven off without her and now she was in a Grandma house with a huntsman, who she was pretty sure was the wolf in disguise.
She got out of the bed once she smelled something yummy in the air, keeping the blankets wrapped around her as she padded over to the door. It smelled like bacon and toast which was her favorite!
She licked her lips, reaching up to the handle before gently pulling the door open and making her way into the kitchen where she found the grumpy huntsman cooking.
"I'm hungry" she called out, pulling on his p.j. pants when she reached him.
"Try asking politely and you might get some" Logan snorted, shaking his head at her lack of manners while he plated the bacon.
Anna-Marie pouted a little before letting go of his leg so she could stop her cocoon of blankets from falling from her shoulders. "Morning mister huntsman, can I have that stuff so I don't starve?" she asked innocently.
He snorted for a second time, wondering whether she had meant that to sound cheeky or not. Probably not since she didn't seem that bright anyway. "
"Go sit down then, squirt" he told her, walking to the table himself.
"What's a squirt?" she asked as she hurried over to the table, nearly tripping on the blankets in the process.
"It's what you are" he smirked once the plates were on the table.
She gave him a little stink eye, climbing up onto the chair.
Logan raised his brow when he saw her take two pieces of toast and fill it with bacon like a buttie then happily munching on it.
More then a little curious, he made a buttie out of them too and took a bite. "Not bad" he said. The kid might not have been very bright but she sure as hell knew something about food.
Once she was finished, she gave a little belch, grinning up at a somewhat amused Logan. "More, please."
"More? aren't you full?"
"Nope. More, please" she continued to grin.
"Hungry little bugger, aren't you?" he smirked, handing over the other half of his food.
"Mama says I'm a growing girl" she said, matter- of-factly as she munched on that piece too.
"Uh-huh, sure" he rolled his eyes. "Listen, if your going to be staying here then I'm going to have to get a few things for you" he told her. "Have you ever been home alone before?" he asked.
"Yes, I have" she nodded, proud to be a big girl. "And I only broke one vase, but it was the vases fault for being bad and getting in my way" she said.
He rose his brow, not knowing if he should trust the kid alone. He might come back to the place burned down or something. How old did kids have to be to be left home anyway?
"Your coming with me" he decided.
"Can we get sweets?" she asked, flashing him a toothy grin.
"I guess so" he shrugged.
"You have a tv?" she asked, looking around.
He shook his head at her small attention span. He supposed that would be a good thing at some point. He got up from the chair, going over to the cabinet by the fireplace, opening it up to reveal a small tv. "Have at it" he tossed the remote on the couch, going back into the kitchen.
Anna grinned, rushing over to the couch as she picked up the remote, happy to flick through the tv channels until she reached something that appealed to her.
"Fireman Sam!" she squealed with excitement.
"Who?" he looked over.
"Fireman Sam! he's the hero next door!" she told him like it was obvious, getting comfy when she heard the intro.
His curiosity got the better of him as he walked over, sitting on the couch. What the hell was this rubbish?
The second his butt touched the cushions, Anna climbed up onto his lap, clinging to his shirt.
"The hell are you doing?" he looked down at her before picking her up, setting her on the floor. He wasn't the fatherly type at all.
She huffed, flipping her hair cutely as she refused to look at him, crossing her little arms.
"Sulk all you want, your not sitting on my lap" he growled a little, sitting back.
She glanced at him with a heart melting pout, her arms still crossed.
"Fuck no" he growled, knowing exactly what the little brat was up to.
Her eyes seemed to water as her bottom lip quivered...
"Fine" he groaned, setting her back up on his lap. He may have been a grumpy bastard but he still had a heart. A very small, under used one.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Your silly" she grinned up at him.
"Yeah? well, so are you."
"I am not!" she poked him in the nose for being silly, causing him to wrinkle it up.
"Don't do that" he growled, giving her a warning look.
"Why not?" she grinned, poking his nose again, only harder.
"Dammit, kid" he growled, giving her a swat to her backside. "I just told you not to do it" he glared.
The lip quiver and watery eyes were back as she sniffled, shocked from the sudden sting. "Your a meanie!" she told him.
"Get use to it" he shrugged. "If I tell you not to do something, I expect you not to do it."
"Your a buggerhead!" she scowled, upset.
"Quit calling me names and watch your damn show" he growled.
"No, you have to apologize" she smacked his arm.
"That's it" he picked up the remote and turned the tv off.
"Where's my show?" she frowned, looking to the blank tv.
"I turned it off. You don't get to watch tv if your bad" he said as he got up, keeping her in his arms.
"That's not fair!" she frowned.
"It's plenty fair. You misbehaved so now, we are going straight out instead of watching tv" he explained, taking her to the bedroom. He set her on the bed, going over to the closet as he took out a clean, plain shirt she could wear as a dress to the shops.
"But I want to watch fireman Sam!" she sniffled, rubbing at her teary eyes.
"Tough" he grunted. "Now, put this on so we can go" he tossed the shirt onto the bed.
"No! I want to watch fireman Sam!" she threw the shirt onto the floor.
"I am not going to tell you again, put the shirt on." he picked it up, giving it to her.
"Fireman Sam!" was all she said.
"Right now" he growled.
Sniffling, she took the shirt off, putting the clean one on. Huntsman was so mean. She only wanted to watch Fireman Sam. She didn't do anything bad!
"Good girl" he said, taking her hand as he led her out to the truck.
"Are we still getting sweets?" she asked.
"I'll think about it" he said, leaving it at that as he put her in the back of the truck, buckling her up. He hoped she would be better behaved at the shops.
