Secret Agent, James Bond, or by his code name, 007, sat across the desk of his boss, M, gaping with his mouth just barely hanging from its hinges. He had just been given the most shocking news in his whole entire life.
"I have a what?" James remarked, unable to breathe.
"A daughter, James," M replied.
James swallowed the huge knot in his throat and continued to just stare at his boss. He didn't know how to comprehend it all. How did this happen? Who was the mother? Why was he never notified by her that he had a daughter until now?
"How...how...how long has this...child been around?" James questioned, mortified. The fact of actually having his own son or daughter provoked anxiety within him. It was probably one of the scariest situations he had ever been forced to face in his life.
"She just turned two last month in February." M answered.
"And how were you notified of this?" James continued. There were about four million questions he had racing in his mind he needed answers to.
"Not too long ago, about a day before I was able to get in contact with you. I received a letter from an anonymous woman who thinks you are the father of this child. She sent several pictures to prove her point, one of which was of her holding the child, and the other of which had you with your arm wrapped around her. I was able to identify her based on the pictures she sent in, and I've had some people monitoring her from afar." M answered.
James had been previously in northern London at a seminar for new spy equipment and training, and hadn't been in a phone's range to receive any of this. He had just arrived back home last night and saw that M was in urgent need to speak with him.
"And you want her to come live with me?" James gasped, hardly able to speak.
"There isn't a choice, 007; your daughter's mother is dead." M answered; he answered the last part in more of a softer voice.
"From what,"
"Unknown. According to the reports sent in from our operatives, their security footage went offline for five hours, and when they finally got the cameras up and running again, she was nowhere to be seen in the city."
James gulped, again; was this really happening to him, right now? He had no time for a child, he never even imagined of having children in his lifetime. He was a spy who was assigned to work with some of the most dangerous people in the world: murderers, robbers, thieves, Mafia members, terrorists, the list was just simply too long. On top of all of it, he never had a guaranteed answer of whether or not he would return home from an assignment alive. Everytime he left, it was unknown if he would return home by airplane or casket.
"It's either that or she's sent to a foster home, James." M remarked.
James knew instantly he didn't wish for his child to be sent to a foster home. He had lived in one himself at a young age, and refused to let his own child grow up without parents. Even if she were to come live with him, there was still the chance of her growing up as an orphan. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind and slowly nodded.
"Alright...I'll take her in," James answered, meekly. This was all happening too fast for him.
"I will have child services know you wish to take her under your custody." M answered.
"M, by any chance, what is her name?"
"Lulu,"
"Lulu,"
"Lulu Alydia Bond,"
James nodded.
"Beautiful name for a girl," James commented.
M nodded.
James slowly rose from his seat and latched onto M's desk, still shaken up from the whole onslaught of information. A daughter...James Bond was a father. It made him want to scream, it made him want to keel over...it made him feel horrified.
"You alright, 007?" M questioned, cautiously.
James nodded.
"I'm fine...uh, thank you, M." James answered, softly.
M nodded.
"I will notify you in a few days, and you can come get her and bring her home." M replied.
James nodded and slowly walked out of his boss's office. He softly closed the door behind him and stood there aimlessly for what felt like hours. Eve Moneypenny looked up from doing paperwork at her desk up at James.
"James, what seems to be bothering you?" Eve questioned.
James didn't answer.
"James," Eve again asked.
"I uh...don't feel well, Miss Moneypenny; I'm just going home to rest for the rest of the day." James remarked.
"You wish for me to call a cab, Mr. Bond?" She questioned.
"No, that won't be necessary, thank you." He answered.
He grabbed his hat on the coat rack and nodded, then slowly left the office and made his way out to his car.