I Dance with Cinderella (Mac)

I tried to keep my eyes opened.

"I see the story still has the same effects." I said, once I finished reading.

I giggled. "Don't think its the story."

I smiled a little. I knew it wasn't only the story, but I didn't mind.
"But you're way too old to be carried to bed by your poor old uncle Mac." I said and with a small smirk.

I laughed a little. "Don't think you could carry me anymore."

"Oh, I could, but am not sure big girls like that." I smirked.

I shank my head. "Nope too weak." I joke.

"Wanna bet?" I joked back.

I nod at him. $20 bucks says you can't."

I grinned and nodded.
"Okay." I agreed.

I just smirked at him.

I put the book away and walked up her.
"Ready?"

I grin. "No way you can do it."

I just grin, knowing I could. I mean I could carry an adult woman, so why not ma girl.
And thinking about that I picked her up.
"Okay, lot's havier than you were last time I carried you." I teased.

I look at Mac and bite the inside of my mouth so my eyes tear up, trying to make him feel bad for that.

I noticed that.
"Sorry, wasn't meant in a bad way. You're not a small girl, right?" I said seriously, but I don't set down, but start the way to her room.

I laugh. "You've way to easy to mess with."

"Maybe." I said and winked. Once at her room I looked at her. "You believe me now?"

I sigh. "Stronger then I thought." I smile getting out of his arms.

I just smirk.
"Well, it takes strength to hunt criminals." I say and shrug.

I nod and get him his 20 bucks. "Here."

"You know... keep it." I said.

I look at him. "No I don't roll that way."

"Okay... though it was supposed to be joking." I say, actually not really wanting to take it, but she played fair.

I shrugged. "I don't bet and not pay up. You'll get killed on the street for stuff like that.""