Doctor Strange Imagines

(#21) Where is your family little one?- Part 3

Ok guys! Exams are finished and I am back to writing! Just so everyone knows. I am glad to be able to write again to you guys, and expect me to update my two Doctor Strange Books. :) Today has been the coldest day in all the year, and I am ready to get to work. I will be updating some imagines and perhaps two or three chapters of Precious One each week from now. I am choosing what request I do next by the form of random choosing. Now. I have an idea for a Sherlock fanfic for those who love that series. Tell me kf you are interested in me writing a Sherlock fanfic. This was requested by OpalGelo04 . As always, thanks for reading.

"You mean to say I have failed my first test? Why didn't you tell me before we went out?!" Stephen exclaimed in frustration, pacing from side to side in front of her. Ancient One crossed her arms, staring at him for a moment before her gaze turned to your struggling form. You were attempting to pick up the jug of milk to pour it on your cereal. As the completely frustrated and worried sorcerer paced, Ancient One picked up the jug and poured a considerable amount of milk on your bowl. As the milk mixed with the cereal, she set the vowl in front of your expecting form.

As soon as it was set down, you clapped your hands together, taking a spoonful of your Lucky Charms in your mouth and chewing with enthusiasm. "Thwranks Amwncient Onwe" You replied as you chewed, watching as she smiled at you and handed you a napkin. She immediately turned to glare at Stephen. He really needed classes in parenting.

"Stephen, this is your first strike. You still have two opportunities to show me that you can be a great father to this small girl." She started in a stern tone, trying to convince herself that she wasn't starting to get attached to you. It was late though, she couldn't help but love you.

She set a hand on your shoulder, watching as you ate your breakfast happily. "I expect you to be more alert and careful. Other wise, you'll get a second strike." Stephen rubbed his temples, letting out a frustrated sigh as he nodded.

"Expect your second test any time. I am always watching" And with that said, she gave you a gentle smile, turning around and leaving the room without another word. Stephen zoned out for a moment, his eyes fixed on the floor. You had already finished with your cereal and you were playing with some of the marshmallows left. As you took them in your mouth, you decided to speak up.

"Mister Strange?" You asked him shyly, setting your spoon down with a clink as you stared at him. He kept staring at the floor, his eyes wide as platters as he mumbled things to himself. You frowned slightly as you climbed down the big chair you had been sitting on for the past hour. You approached him with small steps, looking up at him as you started tugging at his cloak to attract his attention.

"Mister Strange?" You asked once again, making puppy eyes as he yet didn't answer. As you continued tugging, he snapped back to reality, his eyes darting around the room and landing on you as he smiled and ruffled your hair. "Hey little one. Did you enjoy your breakfast?" He asked you with a small smile, his eyes full of sadness at the thought of possibly loosing you. He was too attached to you to ever think of doing his daily life without you in it.

You nodded your head with a wide smile, making Stephen's mood change into a happy one. He crouched down in front of you, looking at you face to face. "(Y/N), after the accident that happened a while ago, you haven't gone out too much. What do you say we go to New York so I can show you my home hmm?" He asked you cheerfully.

You couldn't help but nod excitedly and start jumping up and down. "Yes! Yes! Yes Mister Strange! Can we get ice cream also?" You asked him, clasping your hands together and doing the cutest puppy eyes he has ever seen.

He tried to hold his stare with yours as long as he could, his face turning red as he held his breath so he wouldn't loose concentration. He soon looked away, nodding as he covered his eyes. "Fine! Fine! We'll get ice cream! Just... don't torture me with those puppy eyes anymore." He spoke with relief, regaining his breath as he stood up and took your hand in his, walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway.