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“You look like you’re about to send someone off to their death.” “Well,” Charlie chuckles, leaning back into his seat. “Aren’t we kind of doing that? We’re running straight into enemy territory without knowing whether or not they’re expecting us.” “Do you intend to die?” Marty counters. “I don’t know about you, but I plan to live to the ripe old age of sixty.” “Why only sixty? Shouldn’t that be at least eighty or ninety?” Charlie asks, cocking a brow. “No fucking way.” Marty growls. “Like hell, I’m ever going to get wrinkles.”

Maybe because he reminded me of Yakov—they had the same carefree spirit, like a more down-to-earth version of him. "There we go! Think this earns me extra points in heaven, Mara?" he called out as the tricycle stopped right in front of me. I just grimaced and nodded. "Yeah—maybe St. Peter will make you his assistant for being so nice." I joked, walking carefully to the sidecar. I climbed in and settled myself while Junior loaded my bag beside me. "Take care of yourself, Mara! This should get me extra points with Carla too!" He beamed, giving me a thumbs-up.

“Get down, sweetheart. Look who’s waiting for you over there,” Valencia whispered gently, wiping the cold sweat from Junior’s forehead as he remained in her lap. “Mama! Papa!” That shrill cry instantly rang across the runway. With the last remnants of strength from his feverish body, Junior scrambled out of the back seat after Valencia opened the car door for him. His little legs ran as fast as they could across the private airport tarmac. It was as if he had suddenly been injected with new energy. The little boy no longer looked sick at all. The sight of Auri and Lucas filled him with excitement.

While the robots he invented got his things ready he looked out the window. A brunette was marching down the streets when she suddenly slipped on her shoe lace. He face palmed himself, such a klutz.., he scoffed. He recognized her all right. They attended classes together in Milton High. If it wasn't for the scholarship, hero-wannabes like her could never get in. He looked at the brand new uniform laid on his bed. The belt was green....that means he was classified as a Jornin. In the hero league there were five categories to a hero.

He closed the door behind her. “So, what can I do for you?” Marty asked with a smug smile on his face. Jackie took in the sight of him. Years ago, he was being scouted for the NFL. Now, it looked like the only thing he would run for was a donut. His dark hair was greased into a side part. “I was going to ask you that. I heard you were looking for me,” Jackie said calmly and walked toward his desk. “I was. I missed you Saturday night.”

Junior asked with his head tilted after he pronounced what he had been using his hand to trail in spelling. “Do you like being Junior Rohan?” Reyona asked with a smile. He looked thoughtful for about ten seconds before saying, “I love it.” To Maxwell, he said, “Does this mean I get to drive your car now?” Reyona and Maxwell laughed as Allysyn rolled her eyes. Reyona sucked in her breath as the laughter waned. “Well, maybe in the future, if you've been very good, of course. But not yet.” “Aww,” Junior said with a pout. Then he brightened in the next second. “I will be good. I will be very goooood! Can I go tell Jane now?” He asked excitedly.

But Tati is younger, and it probably seems like we are abandoning her or something. Fuck! Why does parenting have to be so hard? I’m busy brooding with myself when Junior joins me at the door. One of the servants takes his bags out to the car waiting outside. Junior hesitates before looking up at me. “Tati hates flights.”

said one of the guard that pushed and dragged him outside. "I'm his nephew, I'm a Darcy..Just let me in." "Whatever." Junior's attention by caught on a fancy car stopped in the front of the bar, its Hugh, he finally arrived. Junior rushed into him but when Hugh recognized Junior, he turned back trying to avoid Junior. "Uncle Hugh!" Junior called and stopped walking away. And Junior came closer to him. "What are you doing here? Aren't you too young to go here?" Hugh asked Junior. "I'm already 20 years old, and getting inside isn't my plan, I went here to meet and talk to you. You're the owner in this club right?"

Ethan replied instead, a smug encroaching his face. I eyed him before Damian's voice called me back. Damian's hand locked into mine at the lawn as we watched Ethan's car finally move with Junior waving at us. "Bye bye, Mummy. Bye Bye, Daddy." His natural blue eyes shone. Even at a young age of almost seven, Junior is smart enough to accept and understand things quite quickly. Too quickly for a child his age I'd say. But I know Ethan had played a part in convincing him as well. I am very sure of it.

Happy Road Head everyone! ************ We were headed out for a beer, and Marty was driving, but he had to stop at the gym because he forgot to leave some membership paperwork. I guess I noticed an odor, but it wasn't really a bad odor. It was a little like a locker room, but more like Marty. That's when I realized Marty still had his gym bag in the backseat; It was open, and I could see a jock right on top.