OKAY! HEY GUYS! I have some problems... I'm in chapter debt to Shruti... I have to post a bunch of chappies to get out of it. And btw, the picture in the media is drawn by me and that, my lovely readers is the mercenary know to all as DEADPOOL or the Merc with a Mouth! I needed a fluffy chapter before the drama comes in, and believe me, YOU WILL NEED ALOT OF TISSUES!

Enjoy!
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<Alexander Seth Silverstream>

"Babe, wake up,” a voice whispered in my ear, then the person kissed my forehead. I moaned and tried to swat it away.

“Come one, Babe!” the voice wined. “It’s almost ten! I’m hungry!”

“Sam, give me two minutes, I’m too comfortable to move!” I told him. Sam sighed and I could practically hear him pout. I laughed and opened my eyes to see him frowning at me. I lean up and kiss him.    

“Alright, I’m up. I’m up!” I said, putting up my hands in defeat. Sam smirked and kissed me again.

“Yay,” He whispered. “But you’re cooking.”

“Some gentleman you are,” I pouted. He simply smiled and kissed my forehead, getting out of the bed. I stretched, missing his warmth before smiling and shaking my head, getting up too. I grabbed the clothes I wore yesterday and took control of the bathroom.

I took a five minute long shower, letting the warm water run through my hair to calm and relax me. I then hurried into my- well Sam’s- clothes. As soon as I step out of the shower, Sam dropped his phone. He hurriedly picked it up and tossed it into his bag, snapping it shut. I frowned at this, eyeing the phone, but decided to let it go. Sam wouldn’t cheat on me... would he?   

Sam smiled nervously, wringing his hands together, and looked at me. He then jumped up from the bed and walked forward and leading me down into the kitchen as if nothing ever happened. Who has he been texting?

“Well, babe, it’s breakfast time! Make me something good to eat!” Sam said cheerfully. I blinked once… twice. Well if he doesn’t want to tell me what the heck happened in his room a few minutes ago then I shouldn’t worry… right?

I moved in a daze, almost tripping over my own feet as I searched the cupboards for something easy to make. Pancakes? Waffles? Bacon? What on Earth did Sam like?

Unable to decide, I decided to make one of my own favorites- Ham and eggs.

Pulling out some butter, I heated it gently over the stove. Adding ham, I began to saute it, till it browned. I gripped the pan tightly as I thought of the possibility of  Sam lying to me about last night.  

“Babe, you’re gripping the pan a little too tight. Are you okay?” Sam asked. I looked at him and pulled a fake smile.

“Yeah, I’m just peachy!” I said, pulling another fake smile. Sam looked at me then just returned the smile. Wow, it looks like my boyfriend doesn’t know when I’m faking or not. “Hey, can you hand me the blue bowl, please?”

Sam looked at the direction which I mentioned and grabbed the blue bowl and gave it to me. I took out some eggs and milk, pouring the right amount into the plastic sky blue bowl. Sam handed me a measuring cup, kosher salt and pepper.

“Just because I make you cook doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to cook. I just like watching other people cook- preferably my boyfriend,” Sam said, blushing like a tomato. I smiled at this and measured the right amount of each material and pouring them into the bowl. I began to whisk the eggs, milk, kosher salt, and pepper into a bowl. 

After a little while, I stopped and poured them into the pan carefully. I began to stir, casually adding cheddar and chives to finish breakfast.

I put the bacon and eggs on top two plates and poured two glasses of orange juice. I placed on the table. Sam followed me and sat down. He smiled at me and dug into his food. I laughed at this.

“Stop eating like a pig!” I scolded him like a child. Sam looked up at me from his food and stuck out his tongue. I rolled my eyes.

“Wow, Sam, you're so mature,” I said sarcastically, sticking out my tongue in the same manner. Sam glared at me in a playful way.“Stop glaring at me, Voldemort and finish your breakfast.”

Sam pouted and looked down like a little kid. I chuckled and bit into my bacon. I made sure to hid my cuts under the Deadpool sweatshirt so that Sam doesn’t see them. I wasn’t quite ready to let him see the ugly scars.

“Okay done!” Sam proclaimed and picked up his plate and glass. I looked down and realized that I had finished too. Sam- being the ever so wonderful, mature (Note sarcasm here) gentleman he was- took my plate and glass, putting them into the sink. Then, Sam promptly grabbed my sleeve and leaad me to the theater room.      

“What do you what to watch?” Sam asked me. I smirked at him and replied. “Have you ever seen Deadpool?”

Sam cocked his head to the side and looked at me with a blank expression. “Who’s Deadpool?”

I squeaked and looked at him in horror. “How the hell do you not know who Deadpool is?!?!”

Sam held his hands up. “ I really don’t watch Marvel movies. All I’ve seen is The Amazing Spider-Man.”

I looked at him blankly and then slapped him.

“OW! What the hell was that for?” Sam asked, clutching his cheek. I blinked once then laughed.

“For not knowing who Deadpool is!” I explained. Sam mumbled something under his breath the sounded vaguely like, ‘Of course. My boyfriend is  a comic book nerd.’ I looked at him and smiled a sickly sweet smile. “Sorry, Sammy. Could you please repeat that for me?”

“I didn’t say anything babe!” He insisted, raising his hands. I glared and him and turned my back to him.

“It sounded like were calling me a comic book nerd.” I said, pouting playfully. I heard Sam coming towards me and all of a pair of arms began to tickle me. I laughed and flailed around, trying to get out of being tickled. Sam laughed along with me.

He finally let go and I sighed in relief. Sam didn’t let go of me though, so I just laid back and relaxed in his arms. Sam always made me feel content and happy, unlike… my father. He was going to be back soon. The beatings were gonna start again soon. That dampened my mood very quickly and Sam seemed to notice.

“Babe, you okay?” Sam asked. I didn’t answer as I stared forward. My dad was coming back. He was gonna start beating me again. I can’t go through that again. I have to tell Sam about...  him. I take a deep breath.   

“Hey Sam, you can keep a secret, right?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. Sam stared at me and tilted his to the side. Then, Sam nodded. I turned back forward and sighed. Okay, Silverstream. You can do this. It’s just your boyfriend. You can do this.

“My dad… he doesn’t really like me that much,” I started off. Sam mhhed in response. I stopped, looking at the floor. Sam kissed the back of my head and took a breath.

“He hurts me,” I rushed out. I heard Sam breathe in sharply. “I’m gonna murder him,” Sam whispered.

I turned around and gripped his arms tightly. “Sam,” I mumbled. “No. Don’t. I’m not worth it.”

Sam gasps at this and proceeds to kiss the hell out of me. “No. No. No,” He mumbles between kisses. "Yo're the world, Babe. You mean the world."    

“Sam,” I manage to get out through all of his kisses. “Sam, stop.”

As if I had a remote control to use on him, Sam stopped. “That’s not the only thing. I cut.”

Sam froze. He grabbed my wrist and slipped it up, revealing my scars. Sam gasped and my heart fell. Sam didn’t like the scars. I pulled away and hugged myself, my back once more away from Sam.

“Babe,” he whispered into my ear, his strong hands once again going around my waist. His nose nuzzled my neck. He kissed the spot after.

“Babe, look at me.” His voice held authority, yet it was soft and broken, like me. “Don’t ever do that again. Just please, don’t ever do that again. Promise me.

“I promise.” I mumbled softly, though I really doubted that I could keep that promise. Sam smiled and picked me up bridal style and carried me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me into his lap.

“Let’s watch that Deadpool movie now, huh,” Sam asked and put it into the screen. A handsome man with a blonde quiff appeared. He held a katana and was standing causally.

“‘Hi, my name is Wade Wilson and I’m a mercenary. When I was little, I always wanted to travel to exotic places and meet exotic people, then kill them…”     

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Wlep, I failed at fluff. Opps! Quick note; there is no Deadpool movie out yet, but there will be in 2016. And that's all I have to say.

Have a wonderful day!

~Dani :)