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Travelling around as the Pokémon Master of Johto wasn't easy, Silver knew this, but he did it anyway. It was exceptionally hard when you had a wife and son that you kept secret, and you had done for 3 years. You always had reports chasing after you and if they caught you with a child that looked like you they would interview you harder.
Silver was having a easy day at the orange islands, the past week had been interviews and conferences. There was only going to be one short interview in the comfort of his hotel room. The sun was shining and the waves were lapping at the sand on the beach. Today it seemed like nothing bad could happen.
"Daddy, look what I made!" a young red-haired boy said. He was standing next to his sand castle, that had shells and seaweed as decoration.
"Well done, Lachlan," Silver complemented the child. He looked at his watch.
"Shoot, Kris, I've got to go. Don't go to the hotel room until 3:30." It was currently 1:53. He gave his aquamarine-haired wife a peck on the lips.
"Okay, remember not to let your Pokémon on her," Kris called out to her husband who was already running off to the hotel, in his red board-shorts.
"Good, made it in time." It was 2:10, and Silver was coming out of the bedroom he shared with Kris, now fully clothed in a simple grey t-shirt and blue denim shorts.
He settled himself down on the beige couch, reading a magazine that was lying on the coffee table in-front of him.
The door bell rang. He got up to answer it. Silver opened the door to see the reporter, "Hi, come in and take a seat." He greeted, almost making the girl faint.
She slowly got her act together and started asking questions.
"Mummy?" the small boy asked, crawling onto her desk-chair. "Can we get ice-cream?" he asked, his pale blue eyes pleading her.
She looked at her watch, Silver would go out and buy a whole box for himself if he didn't get one. 3:33. "Sure baby, lets pack up our things first," she spoke gently.
After gathering all of their belongings they made their way to the supermarket. People were of course, looking at Lachlan, asking themselves 'Is he Silver's son or not?'
They scan through the freezer section settling on a mixed 4 box of Magnums, one white, two milk and one dark chocolate.
After purchasing the frozen delicacies, Kris opened the box and handed the white chocolate one to Lachlan, who started eating it immediately.
She giggled at her son. He loved white chocolate and would eat it for a career, but her husband only ate dark chocolate, and refuse to eat white. She was the one to tie them together by liking both and milk.
The walked to the hotel, pushing the button for the lift and going to the 17th floor. The elevator doors opened and they walked to the first of two doors.
Kris gave Lachlan the box and unlocked the door. A quiet laugh was heard, having no time to think about that Lachlan raced in and jumped on to Silver's lap, box in hand.
"Daddy, we got dark chocwate for you," he said not noticing the reporters shocked expression, handing the red-haired man the black packaged frozen good.
Silver took it and opened it, rubbing the small boy's head as a thanks. Lachlan started to fall asleep into his arms, and Silver did nothing to stop him.
"Umm..," the reporter started. Kris continued to eavesdrop hide behind the wall. "Who is this?" she asked, pointing to the smaller red-head.
"This is Lachlan, he is 3 years old," Silver said not letting his nervousness into his voice.
"Yes, but is it true? What he said?" she asked again, not writing anything, Silver noticed.
"Umm... Stuff it. Yes. I am his father and I am married," Silver said.
Kris out from behind the wall. "Hi," she said to both Silver and the reporter.
"So, this is your wife?" the reporter questioned again.
"Yes, her name is Kris Nyasu, my sir name," Silver said giving into the press of the media.
Kris gave him a peak on the lips and took Lachlan into the bedroom.
"You know, your a nice family. I'll just the notes I wrote down before," she said kindly.
"No," Silver started. "I've kept this up long enough, please tell whatever company you work for," he said, Kris walking out of their room.
"Yes, please do," she said. "I don't want to live in secrecy any longer."
"Okay, I will. But you'll regret it." She stood and turned to leave.
Silver finished the last of his ice-cream. "Wait." The reporter turned to face him.
"Thank you for everything," Kris finished for him.
She left, taking their secret with her sharing it to the world. Both Silver and Kris felt the weight lift off their shoulders. Things would be easier now.
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