His Son, Her Secret
"Yes, Max. It belongs to our family. Romanov."
Max pressed his face against the glass again. "Wow... I want an airport, too!"
Clara giggled from behind. "You want your own airport, Max?"
Max turned his head quickly, his expression very serious. "Yes! If I have an airport, I could go anywhere!"
I rubbed his back gently, smiling. "And where would you like to go?"
Max thought for a minute, and then his face lit up. "Cybertron!" Max looked back at the airport, and then, with a face full of puppy eyes, he turned to his father. "Daddy."
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