Kiro was sitting around the kitchen table with his family eating breakfast. Though he wasn't all there, the conversation he had with Saanvi worried him more now that Christmas was nearing.
'My father never loses.'
Replayed inside his head over and over. He was thinking all kinds of what if scenarios. He knew worry never helped anyone, only action did. But he had no idea how he would even begin to act to ensure their win.
"Are you okay baby?" Freya noticed that his mind was far away.
"Huh? Yes I am, why?" Kiro asked, acting dumb.
Freya didn't say anything, instead gave him a piercing gaze, that made him awkwardly shift from his chair, attempting to escape out there.
"I'm okay for real mum, just thinking about how dad is doing now."
That's what he said instead of running away. What good would running away be when they lived under the same roof.
Just then, his phone rang. He was glad his phone saved him from this terrible moment he was about to suffer.
"Yes?" He answered getting up from his chair and walking straight for the door.
He'd never been called before, other than his family. He had already concluded something bad happened and his dad was in the hospital, or worse, dead.
"May I speak to Mr. Kiro Waynworth?" The voice on the other end spoke, politely.
"This is he." He said quickly so the other person could tell him whether this was bad or good news.
The other person must've sensed his haste, "don't worry Sir, it's not anything bad." He quickly reassured him.
"Oh, okay? What's up?" He still didn't know who he was talking to, for all he knew it was the Blakeson telling them to give up.
But with his father building up a company of their own, that will make them, unmatched, possibly. It was a scary thing to think about.
'Well Kiro, this is what you wanted isn't it? To reign as if a god?' He told himself.
"What are you so happy about?"
His mother's voice brought him back to reality. She was poking out her head from the door, with a smile. Her pregnancy was barely visible, which was insane to Kiro. He thought having 3 would make her have a really huge belly.
Then something unexpected happened, Alora poked her head out too with a smile on her face and asked Kiro the same thing their mother had asked.
They both couldn't help but laugh. The only one who wasn't, was the imitator. She didn't know what was so funny about what she had just done.
'This, their happiness is all that matters. Everything else comes second.' Kiro mentally patted himself on the back.
"Actually..."
He trailed off, realising he'd only told his father about buying shares from some company. His mother loved overreacting, so he wanted to be very particular about what he says.
"I have a majority shares in some company that, will, possibly, be worth billions..."
'Great job champ, way to give it to her straight.' He sighed. Expecting an earful.
He instead felt warmth surrounding his entire being. When he opened his eyes, his mother had embraced him. He didn't know what it was, he guessed it was the pregnancy making her emotional because she started lightly crying.
Alora got out too, hugging Kiro's leg. Which made the moment more funny than a sentimental one.
"You've worked so hard for us." She told him, holding onto his right cheek. Occasionally caressing it. "Thank you."
The warmth in her voice made him hot and his eyes twinkled, an imaginary stone stuck on his throat making it hard to swallow. That's all he ever wanted, to make them proud.
"Thank you, mum."