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Little!Queen: Little!Queen: You Better Watch Out⭐

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Elton puts the last of the presents underneath the Christmas tree as the kids sleep tomorrow was Christmas and his babies are excited. He wipes his hand on his pajama bottoms and gets ready to hit the hay, when there’s a knocking on the door. Elton looks at the grandfather clock in the entranceway, “12:44, who could be knocking this late?” Elton mutters to himself before opening the door the cold hits his bare arms and he looks up, “Reid, what are you doing here?” he asks the Scotsman.

Reid tackles him down, gun drawn to Elton’s face, “Where are they?” Reid growls,

“Who?”

Reid hits him in the nose, “The fucking bastards you adopted with me money you selfish whore! Ya know curly, bimbo, bed wetter, and the Muslim!”

Elton tries to fight him back, “You will never lay and hand on my babies!”

Ried hits him again and again, “Tell me where they are you fucking whore!” his large hands wrapped around Elton’s throat dropping the gun to the side. No amount of clawing or kicking helped Elton.

“Mama, can I have a glass of wat-“ John stared at them wide eyed,

“Johnny grab the phone! Call 999!” Elton yells getting punched in the mouth hard, “That’s 9-9-9! Hit the nine button three times!” he spits out blood.

John screams and runs upstairs he wakes up his brothers and tells them papa is hurting daddy. Brian, Roger, and Freddie spring into action as John grabs a house phone out of Elton’s room he presses the button like his daddy told him to do,

“999 medic, police, or fire?”

John sniffles, “Papa’s hurting daddy!”

There was a sound of a keyboard tapping, “Okay sweetheart, how old are you?”

“Th’ee.” John was three years old,

“Three sweetheart?” the operator asks and John uh-huhs her, “Is there anyone else in the house with you?”

“My brothers, they 5, 6 and 8.” John tells her more typing is heard,

“And what is your address?”

John begins to tear up, “I-I don’t know, ma’am.” screams come from downstairs, “F’eddie!!”

“Is that your brother? Don’t hang-“ John hangs up and runs down there nearly snapping his neck running down.

Reid had Freddie cornered and ready to punch the eight-year-old John growls he tackles Reid screaming, “No one hurts my bubby!!”

Roger throws a hammer into Reid’s stomach and nearly topples over but he takes off again climbing up somewhat high. He snatches up Freddie as he dangles off the railing.

Brian throws a paint can off the stair railing down onto Reid’s head he scuttles down like a spider monkey. Reid had flung John’s small body into the wall he touched his stomach groaning from the hammer and rubs his head from the paint can. Brian leaps off the table and wraps Christmas lights around Reid’s neck, “Pull!”

Freddie grabs onto the other end and the two boys strangle their father, the boys watch as he tries to rip the lights off but can’t. Once John catches his breath he joins in on the tugging, they laugh as Reid falls on his knees, his face turning colors, Roger shoves toys cars into Reid’s mouth and down his throat.

Elton can’t get up, the wind has been punched out of him, but mother’s instinct is kicking in and he forces himself; he watches as his children strangle a man he once loved. Ambulances and police show up, Reid is arrested, the children and Elton are examined, the paramedics took them all to hospital which Elton was thankful for and when he looks at the clock once they’re back home it’s five in the morning, “Do you guys want presents or back to bed?” Elton asks.

The kids want back in bed but they want to share a bed with Elton. They are too scared to sleep in their own beds. Elton allows it and they all pile up in the bed together trying to get a few more hours of sleep for their poor and bruised bodies. They wake up around noon and decided to have a late lunch then open presents, the kids wolfed down cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip pancakes like it was running out. Then they finally opened their presents and got everything they wanted for the holiday.

Bikes, dolls, stuffed animals, DSs, and many other things lay scattered out on the floor as the children play happily, seemingly forgetting about the scary morning. Elton plops the large roast in the slow cooker with the added ingredients to it and let it cook, “You wanna go play in the snow?” Elton asks.

The boys nod their heads and get ready wearing their warmest clothes. They go outside and make snowmen and snow angels and all that fun stuff. Elton even joins him despite his back hurting him he wasn’t going to let Christmas be ruined for them. The kids have a blast and they all beg for hot cocoa once they’re all inside, then they snuggle up by the fire. Elton gets the phone it was one of the officers, Elton talks quietly with him and finds out Reid had six jerry cans in the back of his pickup all ready to burn the house with his family inside. Luckily the restraining orders went through since it was deemed an emergency and they won’t have to worry about Reid. But Elton knew he would be moving house and tear this chapter out of their lives.

Elton makes sure the kids are fed and bathed once it hits nightfall they all pile into Elton’s bed so the “bad man” won’t get them. The kids refuse to call Reid papa anymore he was now “bad man”. Elton left the light on dim and lets the boys cuddle him, he was worried for when school started back up but hopefully they can stay at McCartney’s home until Elton can find a suitable home that Reid can never find. But for now he’ll figure out a way to keep the kids safe and if it means sharing a bed, he was all worth it. He was going to be the best parent to these kids even if it got him killed.