113 The Weapons Deal 1 (1/2)

I opened my eyes to a bright morning, I was mentally exhausted, the excitement in the game alone was enough to keep my brain running at a 110%, but when you couple it with the fact that I also had to run a company in the real world, it gets really tiring. It's only been just a week, but I feel like I need a vacation, but speaking of businesses, I've not heard back from those real estate dude, I think it's about time I paid a visit to their headquarters, or rather I'll just send Penny over there, or even worse I'll send Penny and Kira to harass them, that'll teach them not to mess with me.

I shifted a bit and felt a weight on my chest, for a moment I was startled, did I have sex with someone last night, but that's impossible, I was logged on and as soon as I logged off I went right to sleep. I looked down and raised the covers up, a familiar mop of unruly black hair, a thumb in his mouth and a significant amount of drool on my chest. How did he get in here, and even more so how come I didn't notice him getting under my covers and making my body his temporary bed.

I threw the covers off and got up holding him to my chest, Ron was not a deep sleeper, I already knew that much. But I was hoping he wouldn't wake up, he should probably remain sleeping so that I can get ready and sneak off to work before he knows, but it seems I'm totally out of luck. He shifted his body a bit and looked up at me, his blue eyes seemingly sparkling under the slow burn of the early morning sun.

”Good morning big guy.” I said to him with a smile. He didn't reply at first, choosing to spend a healthy fifteen seconds staring at me, almost as if he was trying to confirm my identity, then he moved forward wrapped his hands around my neck as he placed his head on my shoulder, lying down there. I thought he wasn't going to answer, though it would have hurt, it was just the way he did things, however.

”Goo mworning pops!”

My eye's felt as if they would pop out of my head in the next second, who the hell was teaching him this stuff, I mean I've never heard him call me pops before. It wasn't the daddy or dad, or maybe even a formal father…..but I like it. I held my son closer to me as I left my room heading downstairs for a little exercise and then a light breakfast, and through it all the wild smile on my face did not fade. Who say's waking up to a beautiful woman on your bed is the best feeling in the world, they should try waking up with their kids instead....nothing beats that feeling, nothing at all.

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”So Nicholas you say you can control metal, is that like Magneto or something?” I asked as I paid attention to the road. So this kid was an enigma, and his blatant hero worship aside, the fact that he was Nanny Florence's grandson completely threw me for a loop.

He was twelve, and he got along well with Ron, in fact he was the reason Ron has started throwing the word pops allover the place. He called Hades pops, called nanny Florence pops, he even called Nicholas pops. The ugly look on my face was probably due to how mercilessly my son smashed my delusions of a father and son bond. But it is what it is, and I felt that I needed to spend more time with the kid, which was why he was sitting in the back seat of the car with Nicholas, I guess it's bring your kids to work day.

”Who's magneto?” the young boy asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I was shocked! What the hell were kids these days doing, how could he not know who magneto was. That's blasphemy, and so I began a tirade, explaining the intricacies and the back story of an entertainment franchise that has been around since the time of my great grandfather's, grandfather, give or take a father. It went that way until we arrived at the office.

As usual Kira was waiting for me at the entrance, and sure enough her eyes narrowed in barely disguised annoyance as she saw Ron. It was then I remembered that we were keeping up a façade, no one knew that She was Ron's mother, and should he call her mom, it stands to reason that our cover would be blown, but I don't think I care, even if they did find out what could they do. This idea of sneaking around people was annoying, but it was necessary so that my enemies can reveal all of the cards in their hands.