Victor leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched his son at the table. He really did sleep like shit as he had predicted. Not necessarily because the couch was uncomfortable but because she had left him with a throbbing hard on.
"Mom's lonely all the time. She thinks I don't know but I do".
His son was scribbling in his math book and waiting for his mom to come downstairs.
Victor knitted his brows together as he sipped his coffee. Damn that shit was strong.
"Why'd you say that kid?" he asked the little boy.
"She cried a lot when uncle Jason died. That was 4 years ago. I was only 6, I don't remember a lot. But I know she cried a lot. Uncle Jason was very nice to me. He would read to me sometimes. That's all I remember really. Mom has a lot more memories of him, I think because they grew up together and were always together. So then he died and she was all alone again. She pretended to be happy but she was very sad. And lonely. She used to play very sad songs on the piano instead of happy ones. She's still lonely did you know that?".
The little boy looked up from his math book to Victor, expecting some kind of answer.
"No I did not" Victor lied.
"I hope she really doesn't send you away, so she won't have to be alone. I think she likes having you around but she doesn't know it yet. It's how women are. They're a bit strange like that".
Victor chuckled, the little boy and his knowledge of frails amused him greatly. He was a little smart-ass.
"Well, with you being the man of the house, she can't have been very lonely" Victor said as he took a seat next to the boy and put his arm on the back of his chair.
It was sort of a hug, a comforting arm around him but without any real physical contact yet.
"No… that's different you see. I'm a boy. You're a grown up like her. Grownups needs to be around other grownups. I think you should be the man of the house".
Damn this kid was brutally honest… Victor was amused but taken aback at the same time.
"Yeah… well, why don't you finish these calculations first and then talk about who's the man some more kid".
"I may be a boy, but I'm not a kid. I'm quite smart for my age you know".
Victor scoffed humorously. "Don't I know it" he replied as he finished his coffee.
He placed the empty cup on the counter "I gotta go buddy".
"Where are you going mister Creed?".
"Work".
"What do you do? Are you into music like mom?".
Victor considered answering 'yes' for a moment. The screams of his victims could be considered music right? It was music to his ears anyway. But he decided to give his son half the truth.
"I'm a contractor for SHIELD and I'm an investor".
"What's that?".
"I invest a lot of my money in stuff which makes more money. Mostly old stuff like art but also companies and projects. Other people make more money with my money and I gain profit every time".
"Doesn't sound like you work very hard then" the boy said. It made Victor laugh. If only the boy knew… about his contracting jobs for SHIELD.
"Well, next time it's parent day at your school I'll come around and tell all the other kiddies what I really do, deal?".
"Deal!"Liekos said with a bright smile on his face, the thought of his dad at parent day was the best thing to look forward to he could imagine right now. Also he didn't really understand what his dad did for a living so it would be nice to actually find out.
"Mister Creed… can I ask you one last thing?".
"Sure".
"I think it's very rude to call you by your first name. And mom would prefer if I'd say 'mister Creed' but it feels so weird to call you that. Can I call you dad? Since that's who you are".
Victor swallowed hard before answering, swallowing away the overwhelming new kind of emotion he suddenly felt and tried hard to push to the back of his mind.
"Yes. Sounds good" he answered him, almost whispering and tripping over his words.
"Dad?".
"Hm?".
"Can we do something when you're back?".
"Sure, what time you done at school?".
"4 o' clock".
"I'll come pick you up buddy" he ran a big hand through his sons hair.
As he made his way to the front door, Ylva came down the stairs. Looking good as ever in her green dress, her sweet smell prickling his scents instantly.
"Morning" she said nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened the night before.
He smirked and gave her a once over "And good morning to you, I was just on my way to work".
"Did you have breakfast yet?" she blurted out. She wasn't supposed to sounds so concerned. Why would she care if he ate breakfast? "Never mind" she quickly added as she brushed passed him.
But he reached for her upper arm and pulled her against him "Did you sleep well? Or… did you-"
"I slept fine, thank you" she hastily replied.
His eyes roamed her body as he pulled her a little closer "Did you touch yourself last night?"
"Excuse me?!" she gasped in horror.
His lips were close to her head, breathing down it "Did you play with that sweet little pussy of yours? Cuz you were all hot and bothered when you left me so I imagine you fingered that tight little snatch pretty hard before you were calm enough to sleep".
She was breathing hard "I was perfectly calm Victor".
He narrowed his eyes and smirked "Are you sure? Because I woke up at the smell of your orgasm. A meager one though, I'm pretty sure I could have done a way better job for you baby".
She gritted her teeth together "Let go of my arm".
"I have some time you know" he went ahead and ignored her "I could give you one right now, right here, it'll only take me minute and it will still be ten times as good as the one you had last night".
"Or you could let go of my arm" she repeated herself sternly.
He gripped her arm more tightly and hissed in anger "Or I could pull up this tight little dress and make you squirm in pleasure".
She swallowed hard "Victor… please" her eyes focused on his "My son is in the kitchen".
His mood changed as quickly as she remembered they did. He slowly let go of her arm and took a step back, towards the door "I've noticed how you always refer to him as your son".
She frowned "So?".
"Well, he's not just your son is he now?" he glared at her. "So it would be best if you'd call him 'our son' from now on. Better for the cub also, consistency, letting him know we're a team and all that".
They stared at each other. Victor half expected some snobby comment from her but she kept her mouth shut and just glared at him.
"Fine" she finally consented and turned around "Have a nice day at work".
"Pssst, Carl!" Liekos whispered over his study books to his classmate next to him "Guess what".
"What?".
Liekos leaned over his table, closer to his classmate "My dad's gonna pick me up when school's out".
Carl frowned sarcastically "Sure".
"No, really! It's true!".
"You're such a liar. Everyone knows you don't have a dad".
Liekos leaned back in his chair "Well, I have one now" he murmured softly and in disappointed that his two year older friend didn't believe him. "He came back two days ago. His name is Victor and-".
"Shut up and stop telling lies!" Carl snapped.
"I'm not lying! Of course I have a dad, else I wouldn't be alive you stupid! It takes a mom and a dad to make a baby so everyone has a mom and a dad".
Carl curled his lip "Not you. You only have a mom and according to my father she's a Milf".
Liekos just stared at his friend "What's a Milf?".
Carl grinned evilly at his younger friend. Extremely content that he knew a word Liekos wasn't familiar with. Ever since the younger boy had beaten him on the math test, again, he wasn't as friendly as he used to be.
"Carl and Liekos. Stop talking and focus on your calculations" the teacher interrupted before things got out of hand.
Liekos just frowned. He would ask his mom what a Milf was, she always knew everything. Moms were just like dad's really, only smarter. Or maybe his dad would know too. He smiled when he thought about his father. Just wait, Carl would see when his dad came to pick him up. They would all see and he would proof them wrong.
The school day dragged on for Liekos. Probably because he couldn't stop staring the clock, wishing for the time to go by faster. But after math class, there was still PE, lunch break, history and English. Well, at least he wouldn't have to sit with Carl anymore because they were only in math class together since Liekos had joined the older boy's class due to his skills in math. Everything seemed too easy for him and soon the school wouldn't know where to put him when it came to math.
"Anyone home?" Ylva called out when she entered her own house.
"In here" she heared Bridget answer from the scullery.
Bridget was around Ylva's age but no one would ever be able to tell. Ylva didn't age due to her mutation and Bridget was human so she did look around 50 years old. Ylva met Bridget when the human female was looking for a job in Vienna. She would babysit Liekos and help around the house. They became close friends over the years and Bridget moved with them to New York since she had no family left in Vienna.
"Hey Bridg, how are you today?".
Bridget turned away from the washing machine, one hand in her side and looking sternly at Ylva "I'm very good but you could've told me your husband was back in town and staying here".
Ylva gasped and her hands flew to her mouth, suddenly realizing she totally forgot telling Bridget about Victor's presence. "Oh my god Bridget, I am so, so sorry!".
Bridget smiled "He already picked up Liekos when I arrived at his school and he caused quite the commotion".
Ylva bit her lip and stared at Bridget "I am so sorry. He's not my husband though, surely you know that".
"Hm" Bridget murmured "He told me he was your husband".
Bridget was obviously teasing. The women had known each other for 10 years now and she knew Ylva wasn't married. When she asked Ylva about her son's father, Ylva had answered her truthfully. Though she left some parts out. The more explicit details of her one night stand.
Ylva groaned "He's not my husband, and he knows that damn well, and so do you. Anyway, his arrival has kept me quite occupied so I totally forgot to tell you he would be spending some time here".
Bridget cocked a brow at the younger looking woman "Some time?".
"Well, I guess he'll be staying for an unknown period of time" Ylva sighed out. "Two nights ago, after you left, he showed up on my doorstep and unfortunately he found out that I had his son".
Bridget looked shock "You never told him?!".
Ylva bit her lip "No…".
"Ylva!" Bridget scolded "How can you keep that from someone?".
"Bridget…. He was the man I told you about… the man who abducted me, remember?".
Now Bridget's mouth was wide open "Dear Lord" she gasped. "Yes of course I remember. Well, that does put things in perspective. I can understand you wouldn't tell a man like that… I can understand you don't want him in your life. Although you did also tell me some other stuff about him… and your feelings towards him".
"He wants to know his son, that's all. And I feel I owe him that" Ylva admitted "But he's not my husband!" she quickly added.
Bridget's brown eyes were suddenly shining with mischief "Well, it seems mister Creed feels differently".
"I don't care how mister Creed feels" Ylva snarled "Victor and I are not a couple. We never were and we aren't one now".
Bridget smiled as she looked out of the small window in the scullery, watching Victor and Liekos in the backyard "He's quite the gentleman this man of yours".
Ylva rolled her eyes, ignoring Bridget's allusion "He's a lot of things but not a gentleman".
Bridget ignored her objections once more "He was nothing but polite to me and he's very good looking. You've never told me he was this good looking… Look at him, tall, facial hair, big, by God this man is handsome".
"Well, his looks don't make up for his character, trust me" Ylva said. "What are they doing outside anyway?".
"Building a tree house. That's nice of him don't you think?".
"I suppose so" Ylva murmured as she looked outside also. Victor wasn't wearing a coat. He was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt. It was way too tight around his body. "I could've built a tree house you know… If Liekos would've asked me… I didn't know he wanted one. But I could've done it" she stared at the two males in the backyard with envy.
Bridget smiled "No you couldn't. You don't know how to do it and neither do I. You may forever be able to climb trees easily and lift all those heavy materials, but you still don't know how to do it anymore than I do".
Ylva shrugged, she was jealous "I could've looked it up on the internet, if Victor can do it, it can't be that hard".
Bridget sighed and took both Ylva's hand in hers "Ylva, love, this is a guy thing. This is something your son wants to do with his father. Not his mother. If you'd have a daughter, she'd probably want to do girl stuff with you. But then again, if she's anything like you, she'd probably rather do boy's stuff also. Either way, what I'm trying to say is: you don't need to battle your husband for your son's affection. You just need to learn to share. Okay?".
Ylva crossed her arms in front of her "He's not my husband".
Bridget grinned as she picked up the laundry basket "That's your loss darling".
The older looking woman made her way to the kitchen but Ylva quickly caught up to her.
"Wait, Bridget, you said he caused quite the commotion when he picked Liekos up at school? Did you mean anything specific by that?".
"Well" Bridget explained "Apparently mister Creed picked him up on his motorcycle. The other boys were very impressed if not plain jealous".
Ylva growled, her engines fueling with rage once more. A fucking motorcycle!
Mister Creed is a dead man.
She was almost bursting with anger. Not so much because he picked their son up on his motorcycle, but the fact that he was just standing there all nonchalant and non-caring in the middle of her living room. With that annoying smirk on his face as if he had everything under control while she was wildly gesturing her arms around to blow of steam.
"You are unbelievable Victor Creed, un-fucking-believable".
He raised an amused brow at her "Why thank you".
"Shut up! I can't believe you! You pick up my son without consulting me and you do so on a fucking motorcycle! Have you got any idea how dangerous that is?!".
He scoffed "Please… I'm about 200 years old, I think I know how to drive-"
"Did you guys even have helmets?!".
"Of course I had a fucking helmet for him, you think I don't know his healing factor hasn't fully developed yet?".
She angrily ran a hand through her hair "I don't know what goes on in that head of yours Victor! So excuse me for-"
She suddenly halted, distracted by the little figure in the doorway, eyeing them both intensely.
Shit. Their son. And now he'd seen them fighting. She sighed and tried to force a smile on her face. But Liekos didn't buy it.
"You're fighting" he said in a painful voice, disappointment clear in his eyes.
"NO… honey" Ylva tried to justify "We're having a little argument".
Liekos shrugged "That's just a synonym mom, for fighting".
The little boy's disappointment was more than obvious as he turned around and walked outside with his head down. He climbed up the ladder and hid in his tree house. Which is where he would stay until his mom and dad had stopped fighting. Maybe his mom was gonna send dad away, maybe that's why they were fighting…
Ylva sighed in frustration and ran her hands through her hair "God damn it! I don't want him to see us fighting each other".
Victor reached for Ylva's arm and pulled her flush against him, his other hand roaming her back and pressing her against him "Then stop fighting me baby" he whispered smoothly.
She angrily freed herself from his grasp and pushed against him "You took my son on your motorcycle without asking permission Victor! How can I not fight you on this?!".
His gaze changed from sultry to annoyed as he growled "I don't need your permission. He is my cub and I'm pack leader! And do you really think I would let anything happen to him? It was a 15 minute ride. He was wearing a goddamn helmet and motor jacket. We were driving perhaps 30 miles an hour at max. How fucking stupid you think I am? I would never do anything to put him in danger".
She had already stopped listening after the words 'pack leader'. "Pack leader Victor? What on earth does that mean?"
He grinned down at her delicious face "Oh, You know… Just that I'm the leader of this pack. So what I say, goes. Got that?"
She sighed, ignoring the bullshit coming from his mouth "Victor" she gritted her teeth and looked him straight into his eyes "At least consult me about these things. Just fucking let me know so I don't freak out!".
He growled, putting more pressure on her arms "Fine. I'll fucking consult you. Here's me consulting: I am taking him to school every goddamn morning so he won't have to drive that bus".
She inhaled sharply and stared into his daring eyes "Okay" she finally said.
He was a bit taken back by her consent "Good" he said in a husky voice "Then perhaps I can show you the tree house we built and you can tell our son we kissed and made up".
She rolled her eyes and chuckled "In your dreams".
She turned around and walked through the backdoor and outside into the yard.
He eyed her ass appreciatively and grinned "Soon enough baby".
AN: Hope you liked it. After this I have no ready chapters. So I need to really think hard about what's next. Although I do have ideas how it will continue of course. And I'm kinda busy cuz I'm working 2 summer jobs. So be patient and give me nice reviews lol xD :-P
I will work hard to put up a next chapter before the end of next week.