𝕊𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕖? 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦

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cozy parental figures. 

Ignore the suit, kiddos. The author couldn't find the right gif. Picture pookie in a flannel, I know I do.

"𝕊𝕠, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝔾𝕒𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?" 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒'𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕡. The two sat on the fuzzy rug in Wade's living room, while Logan sat in a chair a few feet away from them.

"Yea. I do." Estrella smiled, braiding Emma's hair, to the best of her abilities as it was fairly short in length.

"What's that like?" She asked, playing with the hem of Estrella's maxi skirt.

"It's nice, I get all the free soda I want. There's an arcade. It pays the bills." She muttered, trailing off.

"And it's where I met, Wade." She laughed, "And it's because of him that I got to meet you." She smiled.

Aw, she loves me.

"I like you." Emma started, "Me too, Kid." Logan interjected, smiling at Estrella. "You're nice to me, and you don't drink." She finished, turning to look Estrella in the eyes.

"Well, I like you too." Estrella smiled, though deep down, she felt incredibly concerned for the young girl who seemed to be neglected.

Estrella sat on the couch, with Emma's head in her lap. Logan sat next to her, a blanket covering the three as they watched a movie Emma had picked. "So, she's in love with the Baker?" Logan muttered, confused.

"Yes." Emma answered, "But, she needs Cinderella's help."

"Why?" He asked, "Because her evil step sister, isn't actually evil, she just needs self-esteem," Emma muttered, sipping on her juice. "And to be shown kindness."

Raising his brows, he turned to Estrella, who was smiling down at the girl. "Can you believe this kid? Look's like we got a future fuckin' therapist on our hands?"

Estrella nudged Logan with her shoulders, "Watch you're language." She hissed, glancing at him as he barely hid his amused smile. "It's okay. I've heard worse." Emma shook her head, "Yea?" Logan tested.

For once, it's not me. I'm an angel around children and the elderly.

"Oh, yup. You should hear Tina." She muttered. "Who's Tina?" Logan shrugged.

"My dad's assistant." Emma frowned, "She's really obnoxious." At this Estrella's eyes widened, "Ok, honey. Lets talk about something else." She winced, desperate to change the subject.

"Ok." She smiled, sitting up and turning to face Logan. "You got a girlfriend?"

"Not at the moment." He smiled, tilting his head.

"Nope." Estrella said firmly, "Let's talk about movies?" Estrella asked, though it wasn't really a question. It was her way to changing the subject to something more appropriate for Emma. "What?" Emma whined.

"Movies, really Star?" Logan laughed, "Mhm, movies. What's your favorite?" She asked.

Hours had passed, and soon it was night.

Emma had fallen asleep already, and so had Estrella. The two girls huddled together on the couch, the blanket that had covered them dangling off the couch as Emma's arms clung to Estrella.

How absolutely adorable!

Logan smiled at the two, before his phone began to ring. Huffing at the caller ID, he hesitantly answered the phone. "What the fuck d'you want?" He hissed, "Well, hello to you to, pookie," Wade gasped on the other end.

"We have a bit of a situation." He began, his voice a bit discheveled. "What?" Logan grunted. "So, um. I don't really know how to say this, but for the sake of the plot, I'm just gonna blurt it out." He trailed off.

"Spit it the fuck out, dipshit."

"Emma's parents are dead."

Short chapter, I know. But don't worry you delusional little shits, it gets good.  

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Author's note: (Well-sorta...)

Alright, you little touch-starved fucks. I did NOT, I repeat, NOT, kill Emma's poor excuse for parents. Did I wish it was me? Abso-fucking-lutely.