Daddy's little devil .

Meeting Mommy.

Her parents arguing woke up Anya the next morning. Matt and Elektra were still arguing about when Anya was going to be trained. And if she was going to be. With a stretch and a yawn, she got up out of bed and rubbed her eyes as she headed into the living room. She spotted a woman with long brown hair and brown eyes sitting on the couch. Her Dad was pacing back and forth. He looked like he hadn't slept .

Matt stopped pacing when he heard his daughter's tiny footsteps. He turned to face her, getting down to her eyelevel. "Hey Sweetie," he said with a forced smile. "You sleep ok?" He asked her.
"Yes," Anya said. She looked over at the woman sitting on the couch. "Who are you?" She asked curiously.
Elektra felt her heart break a little. She got to her feet and sat down in front of their daughter. She started to cry a little. "I'm.." She began.
"Anya, " Matt cut in. He could feel the hurt in E's voice. "This is your Mother, Elektra."
Anya gave both of her parents a confused look. "You're my Mommy?" She asked.
Elektra gave her a small smile and a sad nod in response. "I am," she said as tears fell down her cheeks. She wanted to reach out and hug her daughter so bad.
But, she could tell that her presence made the young girl confused. And a little hurt. She must hate me so much, she thought. She was surprised then when Anya reached over and wiped away her tears. Elektra smiled and wrapped her arms around her daughter, hugging her tightly. "Oh, my sweet Baby Girl," she said as she held her. "I missed you so much."
Anya looked at her mother. "Daddy said that you had died,'' she said. "That you died because some one bad hurt you. " Anya looked at her father. And so did Elektra. "You told her I died?"
Matt sighed heavily and he nodded. Elektra just shook her head. "You hated me that much?" She asked with her voice full of pain.
"You left, E. You left and never contacted us until now. You never asked how Anya was or how I was," Matt said as he fought back his own tears that were starting to form in his eyes. Anya reached for her father and Elektra handed her over to her father.
As soo as her little arms were close enough, Anya hugged her father tightly as he started to cry.