Papa!AlfredxLittleReader-DoYouBelieveInHeroes Ch2

Ch 2

"_________, go get your stuff dear."  The lady said to you. You nodded your head vigorously and bolted for your room. You were finally leaving this horrid place! Someone has finally answered your prayers. Alfred laughed at the sight of you being so should he say, rambunctious all of a sudden. Then the lady started to speak again as she poured coffee for them. "What made you choose her?"

Alfred thought about it for a moment. "You know, it's like… you feel a special connection with them at first sight… like true love. Don't you know that feeling Mrs. … Um… Mrs. …"

"Mrs. Smitt."  She said dryly. "And there isn't such thing as true love. Have you even seen half the things happening in this world?" Placing the newly steaming mugs of coffee on the table, Mrs. Smitt got files from the desk draw.

"I'll take that as a no…" Alfred responded a bit taken aback, grasping a mug. "So, what's her story? The poor thing thought I was going to hurt her." Mrs. Smitt observed him as he started to drink his coffee, and gave him your file.

"Let me give you the plain details. Her mother was a prostitute." Being as 'mature' as he was, Alfred spat out his coffee and coughed noisily. Mrs. Smitt waited for a minute for the blonde to recover then responded coolly "In this facility, we take things seriously, Mr. Jones. This isn't a laughing matter. If you think this is a joke, there are a pair of doors right behind you."

"I'm sorry, but I wasn't laughing. I just wasn't expecting that-"

"Well, expect the unexpected." She snapped back and continued, not waiting for a reply from the American. "Her father's was a businessman, always a busy man, with time for no one but his job and himself. Then his brother had a bachelor party, and you know what happens in Vegas."  She sipped her coffee and looked back at Alfred. "She didn't want the child, but she didn't have enough money to aboard her, plus it would look bad on her clients. So after she had _______, she raised her till she would be able to fend for herself, and dropped her off at her father's home, who dropped her off here after a week or two."  

Alfred stared at Mrs. Smitt with a hint of sadness and confusion on his face. Why would anyone give away a precious little girl like you? As he was about to say something, you came down crashing down the stairs and panted when you came to a stop. You had a small kitty backpack on your back, and had a cute cap baseball cap on. The lady gave him the papers to fill out and left the room. Alfred picked you up and held you close to his chest. "Comon. Let's go home."

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You sat in the back of his yellow car as you both waited in a traffic jam.  The blonde tapped his fingers on the wheel impatiently, wanting to get home and play heroes with you all day and watch movies all night. You looked down shyly, and he figured he should open up to you a bit more. "So, what's your name?" he asked turning to look at you. Let's face it. You weren't moving anytime soon.

"________." You said cutely and flinched as the sound of car horns filled the air again.
"Cool! So _____, can you tell me how old you are?" he asked you, smiling at you softly, trying to get your mind off the noise in the background.

"I'm five!" you exclaimed proudly holding up a hand to emphasize your years of life. He laughed and tousled your (h/c) hair. You giggled as he did this. "How old are you?" she questioned.

"Very old!" he chuckled and drove a bit more, deciding to get off on the next exit.

"Why do you have a yellow car? Can we paint it red?"

"Hey, this car was the bomb and lady magnet in Transformers. Don't be hating____."  You blinked then started to giggle a bit. Alfred smiled at this and chuckled himself. "Do you like anything in particular?" You looked at him confused.

"What does par... particular mean?" you questioned him. He laughed and looked back at the road and driving a few feet forward, not making much progress.

"What do you like to do?" he asked again. You thought about it and shrugged. "Then let's get you home and we'll go have some fun!" Alfred turned at the new exit and sped down the road heading toward your new home.

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"Wow…" you said in awe as you stared at the gigantic house. It was bigger than your old one, and by far, bigger than the orphanage. It had many enormous trees gently covering the household with shade, the green leaves dancing quietly in the wind.  You ran towards the big oak tree touching its bark with your small hands. "Sir! Do we have a tire swing?" Alfred looked at you and sighed.

"No, but after we get you settled in, we'll make one tomorrow!" your face brightened up. You jumped for joy and sprinted into the house, nearly tripping over the rug. "______! Be careful!!"

"Do we have any pets?" you asked happily, nearly containing your happiness inside, ignoring what Alfred just said.

"Yes! Our hero cat!" you squealed and you began to run around the house. "______!!" your new father panicked as he ran after his new little girl. You ran though the living room, knocking pillows of the couch and moving the coffee table. "_____!! Come he-" Alfred yelped as he tripped over the coffee table, and swore under his breath in a shock of pain. This didn't stop you from running down the hallway and into the kitchen. It was a mess, like a gigantic maze. You climbed over trash bags, and slipped on Big Mac wrappers. And surprisingly, you made it out alive. You were about to run up the stair till you heard a sigh.

"I guess no one's going to help me find something to eat…" you looked at Alfred pouty face and run toward him upset

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!" you cry and hugged his leg and he freezes. "Don't bring me back! I'm sorry!!" 'Aww shit… I made her cry!' he thought as he picked you up and patted your back comfortingly.

"Shhh… I was just kidding _____, kidding." Alfred wiped the tears from your eyes and kissed your forehead. "Now, why don't you and I walk over to Micky D's and get a burger for dinner!" you looked up at him affectionately, and nod.

"I never had a burger before. My mama was a vegetarian." If only Alfred had something to drink, he would be having spit take part two.