When Marie woke from her nap, she was staring at the gruff face of a sleepy huntsman. She tilted her head, wondering why he didn't shave like her Daddy did. He never had weird stubbly stuff coming out of his face.

She felt a pit of sadness in her tummy when she thought about her Daddy but huffed to herself. If he didn't want her, she didn't want him!

"What you huffin' about, runt?" came a grunt that nearly scared her to death.

She squeaked, looking up at the man but his eyes were still closed. She couldn't figure out how he did that.

"Are you an alien or something?" she pouted, reaching up as she opened one of his eyes.

His pupil was focused on her and a wolfish little smirk appeared while he adjusted himself to get comfy and put his arms around her.

"Na pup, just good at hearing is all" he chuckled tiredly, still waking up from his nap.

She crossed her arms when she snuggled into him.

"Your weird" was all she could think to say.

"I know" he smirked.

"I'm hungry" she told him with a very serious expression.

"What? you just bloody ate."

"So?"

"So... you'll get a drummer belly" he snorted.

She crinkled her eyebrows together in thought, half wondering if the huntsman was a weirdo.

"What's that?" she asked which was followed by a groan from him.

"Do you ever stop asking questions?" he asked, groaning again when she shrugged her shoulders.

"Alright. Alright. A drummer belly is when you get a gut like a drum" he explained.

"Oooooh..." she nodded her head before grinning impishly. "Bam! bam! bam!" she giggled, patting his stomach then looked up at him with a cheeky little expression.

"Kid?"

"Yeah?" she giggled.

"You better run" he growled with his eyes closed.

She squealed, giggling as she did as she was told, jumping off the couch and running out the room.

Smirking, he had a leisurely little stretch before running after her like a wolf, being playful of course. He wasn't really going to hurt the little runt.

"Come here, pipsqueak" he growled, smirking when he caught sight of her.

"Bad huntsman! bad! bad!" she squealed between her giggles, running around to avoid him.

"Damn right. I aint no huntsman, I'm a wolf" he smirked while he ran.

She couldn't stop giggling, running about. That's when the front door caught her eye. Grinning, she legged it as fast as she could but squealed when a strong arm scooped her up.

"Oh no you don't" he growled, showing no mercy as he tickled the cheeky little thing.

She hadn't had this much fun in ages!

As she laughed and squirmed, she was positive she wanted the wolf huntsman as her new Daddy.

"That'll teach you" he said, smirking smugly at the fact he managed to get her while he took her to the kitchen. It was a good thing he had gone shopping, with the way the girl ate.

"Your mean" she grinned up at him.

"That's right. I'm the Wolverine, meanest bad ass in the world" he boasted, despite the fact he said it while he was cradling an ankle biter in his arm. An ankle biter that didn't even belong to him... What the hell was he thinking?

"Wolverine? that sounds scary" Marie frowned, not liking that at all.

"Wolverine aint so bad" he shrugged.

She thought for a moment, not even noticing what he was cooking.

"I'll call you Wolfy!" she declared, a huge grin on her face. A grin that, although Logan didn't like the whimpy sounding nick name, made him give in and accept it.

"Alright runt, you do that" he said, surprising himself at the soft smile he had. Since when did the Wolverine smile like a lovey dovey pussy?

Shaking his head, he prepared a ham and lettuce buttie and set the little one down on the counter so she could eat it.

"Eeeeeeew! there's green stuff touching my food!" she whined like it would infect her.

"Oh well. Eat it or you can be like Repunzal and go live in the shed out back" he threatened, crossing his arms. He didnt care that he was threatening with fairy tale garbage. If sinking this low meant she would eat healthy shit, then he would.

Grumbling, she took the sickening buttie and nibbled at it.

"Good girl" he smirked with pride.

Once she swallowed the first bit, she stuck her tongue out at the bully.

"FYI, Repunzal was locked in a tower, not a shed. You big dummy" she told him and took another bite.

"FYI, I'm glad for the sake of my manliness that I didnt know" he snorted.

"Big dummy" she grumbled between bites.

Snickering, he walked over to the chair his coat was hanging on and put it on.

"Whatever kid. It's suppose to get real cold tonight so I'm going to cut up some logs for the fire" he explained when he saw the confused little expression she had.

"Can I help?" she grinned.

"No way in hell" he grunted, thinking of the kid trying to hold the sharp axe he had.

"Your being a huge fart face" she complained.

"Listen. You aren't old enough to cut the wood but you can play while I'm out there. Sound fair?"

She nodded and raised her arms for him to help her off the counter when she was done eating.

"Geez, when do you pups learn to do stuff on your own?" he asked as he helped her down.

"Mummy says I'm a big girl when I'm eighteen" she said, flashing a toothy grin.

"Right. Right. And how old are you again?" he inquired, glancing down at her.

"I'm a whole six years!" she declared.

"Shit" he groaned, taking her by the hand as he led her outside.

Once he let go, she ran at high-speed to the nearest snow pile and jumped on it, wiggling about to make a snow angel.

He just shook his head and went over to his tree stump and picked up his axe. And the kid thought he was the weird one...

"Stay close" he called to her, not even sure if she was listening before getting down to work.

Setting up the log, he made sure to keep her in hearing distance as he chopped.

He had managed to get plenty for the night but couldnt see the runt anywhere when he turned around.

"Kid?" he called, panicked as he looked around. "Kid!" he sniffed more as he rushed to where he could smell her.

"Roar! Roar!" he felt a little cannon ball knocking him over in the snow before sitting on his back.

"I got you! I got you!" she sang, giggling her head off.

"Real fucking funny" he growled, a face full of snow as he glared up at her.

"I thought so" she grinned.

He was actually debating on whether or not he should kick her ass but noticed the falling snow getting thicker. It probably wasnt a good idea to beat on a kid anyway. Even if she did deserve it.

"C'mon brat, inside" he easily stood up, causing her to slide down his back and fall into the snow.

She whined but obediently followed after him when he went inside with the logs. She went to play with her happy meal toy but Logan grabbed her arm, leading her to her room.

"Oh no you dont, it's six o'clock which means bath, dinner, bed" he grunted, setting her on her bed as he sorted through her pjs.

"Awww, why do I have to have a bath?" she whined, watching him.

He settled on the fuzzy ones then crouched in front of her, wrapping a strand of her greasy hair around his finger.

"Thats why" he said like it was obvious then let go, setting the pjs on the bed.

Huffing, she crossed her arms.

"I'm going to run a bath then put dinner in the oven. No messing around in here. You get undressed and march your little ass into the bathroom" he said, leaving her there.

"March your little ass in the bathroom... no messing around..." she mimicked in a deep gruff voice before grinning, getting an idea. She scurried over to the dresser and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her neck. Giggling quietly, she tip toed over to the door and peaked out, seeing him put some potatoes in the oven.

The second his back was turned, she crawled over to the couch and grabbed a pair of his big boots and put her feet in them, tieing them extra tight so they wouldnt fall off.

"Kid? I dont hear you in the bathroom!" he called, washing his hands.

"Rightio caption!" she called, grinning as she popped up behind the couch.

"What the fuck are you..." he rose his brow, watching her little show when she cut him off.

"MARCH! one! two! three! four! one! two! three! four!" she grinned, stamping her feet in the boots as she 'marched' to the bathroom.

He shook his head at her cheek, smirking as he checked the time. Once again, he wondered why the kid's asshole parents ever thought of getting rid of her. Sure, she could be annoying but as far as little brats go, she was a favourite of his.

He listened to her splashing around in the tub as he fried the two steaks he had picked up earlier. She was rambling on about a giant octopus sinking ships or something.

Either way, he had to end her fun when he mashed the potatoes up. "Kid! enough playing!" he called.

"Why?"

"Dinners ready! If your not out in ten seconds, I'll eat yours!" he smirked, knowing full well that would get the greedy little bugger out.

"One... two..." he snickered, hearing her rushing about to get out in time. "Three... four... five..."

"DONE!" she skidded into the kitchen and he burst out laughing at her appearance. Her hair was all frazzled and most of it was in a heap in front of her face.

"Get dressed first and brush your hair."

"Fine" she huffed, running off. "Dont you dare count!"

"Wouldnt dream of it" he smirked, sitting at the table.

She was back out in no time, wearing the fuzzy pjs with her hair brushed back.

He rose his brow when he noticed her pants were inside out and her top was back to front.

"Come here" he said, turning the top at least and letting her pop her arms back through the sleeves.

She didnt talk much during dinner, due to the fact she just shoveled down the mash.

"Arent you touching your meat?" he asked.

"I cant."

"Why?" he rose his brow. The kid had eaten meat before.

"You didnt cut it up" she explained.

"So? just cut it" he grunted as he ate.

"I dont know how" she sniffled.

"Alright, dont start crying" he leaned over, cutting it up for her then watched as she practically hovered it up.

"All done?" he asked.

"Uh-huh" she grinned, setting down her empty glass.

"Good. Brush your teeth then go to bed" he said, taking the plates over to the sink.

"Never!" she cackled, running off.

"Hey!" he growled, walking out the kitchen and looking around what looked like an empty cottage.

"This is gettin' real old, kid" he growled, trying to sniff her out.

"WOLFY! WOLFY!" she screamed, sounding a little too frantic for it to just be a game.

That was when a second scent filled the air. Someone was outside with the runt and it didn't sound like a pleasant conversation.