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Chapter 7

"I did it!" Davis cheered one morning. "It took me three years but I did it!"

I woke up in Daisuke's room where I've been staying since Davis bought our new house. The noodle cart has made a lot of money! It took a long time, but we made enough money to buy a very nice one-story house. Well, it's rented along with the furniture being rent-to-own. But it's still good! That is until Davis finally came up with the perfect idea.

"Veemon, Daisuke, taste this!" Davis burst into the room with a bowl of noodles for both of us.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's seven in the morning." He answered. "I've been working all night on this and I think I got the recipe!"

"What recipe?"

"Sandra's recipe!"

"Oh, right." I said.

Daisuke looked at Davis and the bowl of noodles. "Not hun-gee." He said.

"Please, my musuko? Will you try it for daddy?"

"Okay." Daisuke sat up in his bed and took a bite as I did the same.

"Wow! This is very good!" I nearly shouted. "What did you do?"

"It's my secret sauce!" He explained. "I made it out of a bunch of household stuff."

"Did you write down the recipe?"

"Of course I did!" Then his smile faded. "I did, didn't I?" He thought about it for a few seconds. "Yes, I did! Veemon, we have to make a lot of this and sell it today!"

"I go Nana house?" Daisuke asked.

"Yes, you're going to Nana's house." Davis gave him a kiss on the forehead. In case you were wondering, "Nana" is Jun. Aunt Jun just sounded weird after a while.

"Daddy go work?"

"Yes," Davis laughed, "Daddy go work."

"Bye, Daddy." He gave me a hug. "Bye, Daddy." He waved to Davis. Apparently, we're both Daddy now.

"Get your backpack packed." Davis said as he was about to exit. "Pack up only three toys this time, Daisuke. Nana doesn't want to clean her house all over again."

"Okay, okay!" The little four-year-old said. "Get off back!" That's definitely Davis's son!

Later after little Daisuke was at Nana's house, Davis was making a final addition to the Noodle Noodle, Come Get Your Noodle sign by putting "Now presenting for the first time: San-D!"

"What's San-D?" I asked while I was doing a few stretches.

"It's what I call the new recipe. Not a lot of people call her Sandy, but since Sandy's short for Sandra, I think it'll work! Plus, it sounds fun!"

I nodded. "Sounds good, Davis."

Davis finished putting the (small additional slab of wood called a) sign on the front and started doing his stretches. "I can't wait to see the look on our customers face when they taste this!"

"What do you think they'll say? Maybe we could make Sandra famous."

"Maybe? Could? We will!"

And we were off!

Down our first route downtown, we sold a lot more noodles than ever! People were even asking for seconds of our new San-D! We were making twice as much money than one of our good days. It was so much fun counting all of that money and getting all of those tips!

And that's how it was for about a few weeks. Never in our lives have we made so much cash! I wondered for so long what we were going to spend it on. But before I could think about that any more, a guy with a business suit and a briefcase came with a huge smile. He was a little on the chubby and short side with very little hair on the top of his head. "Davis Motomiya?" He asked.

Davis looked at me and back at the man. "Yes, that's me."

"Oh, good! I'm Nicolas Olsen, but you can just call me Nick." He said.

"Well, how may I help you, Nick?" He asked. "Interested in the new San-D? It's our newest recipe."

"Sure!" Nick anticipated with a booming voice. "I'll have a bowl! But I really wanted to talk to you about something else."

"Oh really?" Davis asked as he started making the noodles. "What's that?"

"As you can probably see by my appearance, I'm very successful in business."

"Uh-huh." Davis answered as he put the bowl of freshly prepared noodles on the counter.

"I want to promote your little noodle cart business into the real deal." He pulled out a few charts out of his briefcase. One of them had a map of the city area with a red line covering our route. "As you can see by this chart, you only cover these people." He circled the route with his finger. "If you hire me, I can get this…" He pulled out another chart that had our route now a shaded area. "…to this." He pulled a transparent flap over it that also had a blue shading over it that covered a lot more ground than our puny red shade.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I want to make your business known all over Odiaba! Noodle Noodle, Come Get Your Noodle carts on every corner!" He explained.

"Nick, that sounds nice but I don't know if I want them on every corner." Davis said, studying the map carefully.

"Then that's your call! You're the boss, Davis Motomiya!"

I looked at Davis for his answer, but he just gave a blank expression. "I would have to think about it."

"Oh, that's fine! Think about it long and hard!" He pulled out a business card. "Just give me a call whenever you're ready! And thanks for the noodles." He gave me the money and put a few bills in the tip jar (which was now upgraded from tomato can to pickle jar). Then he grabbed his charts and bowl and left.

"That was something." Davis said.

"Yes, it was." I agreed. "Are you going to do it?"

Davis shrugged. "It sounds nice, but I have to think of Daisuke."

"Davis, I might not know much about business, but if we did get more noodle carts and people to run those carts, wouldn't we get more money?" He didn't say anything so I added "We could pay for a lot of his future."

"You're right, but do we have the money to hire Nick?" He read whatever was on the business card. "He is a marketing consultant. And he could help us a lot."

"Davis, what's a marketing consultant?"

"They're guys that get paid a lot of money to point businesses into the right direction." He explained. "The good thing is that I don't have to pay him by the hour!"

"Then let's do it!"

"We should, shouldn't we?" He looked at the business card again. "Maybe we should see what everyone else says first."

"Right." I nodded.

"Are you guys, like, talking about expanding your business?" One guy asked. He looked like he was in his twenties with a huge oversized green T-shirt and baggy pants. His voice just dragged on like he was in kind of a slow motion. "Because you should, like, totally do it."

"You think so?" Davis and I asked.

"Ch-yah! It would be awesome!" He smiled. "I would also like a bowl of your new San-D. It's, like, totally awesome!"

"Coming up!"

…Later that night…

Davis looked at the business card after he put Daisuke to bed. "I called Tai earlier." He told me. "He said that it's a great idea."

"Then, what are you waiting for?" I asked with a smile.

"I guess it's time to call." He smiled back and took out his cell phone.

However, he closed the door to his office. Now that he has his new house, he actually has an office. I couldn't hear the conversation he was having, so I had to sit and wait. It was boring at first but something else caught my attention.

The house was quiet until there was a sudden wail coming from Daisuke's room. I rushed in to see what the problem was. The poor toddler was screaming his lungs out! I covered my ears as I said "Daisuke, don't cry!"

As if those were the magic words, he stopped. "Daddy!" He cheered as if I awoke him from the darkness. "Bad dream." He sobbed.

"You had a bad dream?"

"Daddy…" He cried, rubbing his little eyes.

"It's, okay, Daisuke." I said. "Daddy's in the other room, I'm sure he'll…"

"Daddy…" He wrapped his arms around me.

"Daisuke, I'm not Daddy. I'm Veemon."

"Daddy!"

"I'm Veemon! Not Daddy!"

"No, you Daddy!"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. When he gets a little older, he'll change his mind, but now is not the time. "Go ahead and get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."

"Stay here!" He yelled as if I were leaving. I really wasn't going anywhere!

"Okay, I'll stay." I sat next to him on his little bed. The plan was to wait for him to fall asleep and check on how Davis was doing, but there was a change in plans. I fell asleep too.

The next morning was very exhausting. Daisuke woke me up at six in the morning just to vomit all over the place. Then, he started to cry. I looked at the mess he made all over the floor and back at the toddler. "Why are you crying?" I asked. "Your stomach ache should be gone."

"I feel sick." He cried. It was his first real sentence! Too bad he wasn't feeling well to enjoy it. "I want Daddy." He slowly got out of bed and tip-toed around what was left on the floor. I decided to follow him as he left the room. "Daddy!" He called. "Daddy, where are you?"

"Davis!" I called.

Davis came out of his office with his cell phone planted onto his ear. "Yes, Nick, I agree!" He was saying. "That's definitely a good idea! If it works, there's a bonus for you!"

"Davis," I whispered, "we have a problem."

He pointed a finger upwards to tell me to wait. Then he continued his conversation. "Yes, I think we should." He started heading into his bedroom, leaving the current situation, but Daisuke didn't let this go without a fight! He followed Davis into his room and watched him talk on the phone. "Nick, I trust you!" Davis said with excitement. "I think I will get an assistant." There was a pause as Daisuke started sobbing again. "You say you'll do it? But, Nick, I don't think I can pay you to do both… You must really want to be a part of this company! Okay, I'll hire you! Just give me…"

Finally, Daisuke caught his attention by throwing up on his bare feet. "Daddy, I feel sick." He said.

Davis, with the most disgusted face I've ever seen on him, looked down at his bile covered feet. "Nick, I'm going to have to call you back." He hung up the phone and bent down to Daisuke's level. "What's the matter, my little musuko? Is it your tummy?"

He nodded.

Davis felt his forehead and cheeks. "You have a fever." He told him. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."

"I wouldn't put him to bed if I were you." I said, putting my hands behind my back.

"Why not?"

"Because his room is smelling like a bunch of spewed up San-D."

He sighed. "Just great. What am I going to do? I have a meeting later with Nick and a couple of really important people. I can't reschedule it."

"But if you tell them that your only son is sick, they should understand."

"No way, Veemon. These are very important people. I'll just ask Jun or someone to watch him for today." He picked Daisuke up and carefully let him down on the couch.

I narrowed my eyes. "You're choosing work over family? Your son needs you and you're choosing work?"

"I know it seems bad now, but he probably won't remember ten years from now. There's nothing I can really do about this." Daisuke moaned in the background. "Don't worry, my little musuko. Nana will take care of you."

"I want Daddy." He sobbed. "Daddy don't go work."

"I have to." He gave him a kiss on the forehead before taking out his cell phone. "Hey, Jun, can you come over? Great! Bring your carpet cleaner and a bucket."

You would think that would be the end of the difficult decisions between work and family. But it wasn't.

The very next year, for instance, Daisuke came rushing in the house after getting off of the school bus. "Daddy! Daddy! I'm graduating from Kindergarten on Thursday!"

"Oh, I can't make it Thursday. We're opening up another new noodle cart and I have another meeting."

And two years after that.

"Daddy, this is the best birthday party ever!"

"I'm glad you like it, musuko, but I can't stay for cake. There's been an emergency downtown and one of the noodle carts is involved."

And five years after that.

"Dad, can you please take me to my first day of my new middle school?"

"Sorry, son, but I have work to do." Davis was in his new office at the time. We just finished moving into a bigger house which means that Daisuke had to switch schools.

Now that he's twelve, he's starting to understand a lot more. This means, he was suspicious of a lot of things and he would jump to conclusions. "Dad, why don't you just admit that you don't like me?"

"What makes you think that?" Davis asked, scribbling something on his notepad. At the time, I was just sitting on the beanbag chair in the corner, watching the scene. I knew I should've left, but I somehow felt that I had to stay.

"I'm the only one I know that has a dad that works this much. I never see you anymore. I just want you to be there." He said.

Davis finally turned around in his chair and looked his son in the eyes. "I am there for you and I'll always be there. You just have to understand that…" His cell phone went off before he could finish. "Daisuke, we're going to have to finish this conversation later. You're going to be late for school and I'm going to be late for work. Come on, Veemon."

I got off and took one last look at Daisuke. He looked miserable. "Don't worry, Daisuke." I told him. "Davis is doing this all for you because he loves you."

"Really?"

I nodded. "He doesn't miss out on important things on purpose. He's just unlucky! But if he had the chance, he would rewind time and do it all again."

Daisuke smiled. "I guess you're right."

"Finally I see a smile! Now, go on to school before you're late on your first day!"

"Okay, Veemon." He slung his backpack over his shoulder. It reminded me of the way Sandra did it. "I wish Dad can understand as well as you do."

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