Yassen sighed as he lay back in his bed, details of his mission swimming in his head. Rereave Alex Rider, then raises him to be one of Scorpia's finest. Make him yours. Harry had never been part of it, but now Yassen had made him. He had two young boys to raise and train, and he was starting to have second thoughts.
Yassen was the best at what he did he knew this much- and he would never harm a child-directly or without explanation- so he should have been able to convince himself that he would be a good parent, but he couldn't. He killed people for a living and had a fairly hard time expressing himself. Alex had been unexpectedly smart for his age, and Harry had been thrown into the mix.
Not only that but as they neared Moscow Yassen couldn't help but worry about child safety. Nothing had been locked up as far as he knew, and now they had a baby to deal with.
Luckily for Yassen, it was a mercifully fast trip to Moscow. Sitting he smiled lightly at the two sleeping forms. Alex had somehow climbed into Harry's crib when he wasn't looking, and at the moment the two were snuggling happily.
"Sir, we arrived." One of the goons -- Yassen quickly dubbed Black-- said, glancing in the room.
"Let them sleep, Black. I'll be off when I can get them without a tantrum." Yassen whispered with a small glare. "Now shoo, you will wake them if you're not quiet."
Yassen lay there, watching the two kids sleep for about two hours before they woke. His kids, he had corrected himself feeling a small smirk cross his lips. They were his kids and now one could change that.
