Sorry, not the last chapter. This one is actually called "Milestone" and I think the next chap. is the last. Maybe.

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Tony kissed Pepper on the lips. Pulling away, he tried one last time. He put on the most pathetic face he could muster and widened his eyes. "Please, Pep, take today off. Me and Squirt want you to stay home."

Pepper rolled her eyes, pulling her purse strap onto her shoulder. "No, Tony. I have an important meeting today. I can't miss it." Tony groaned, but he saw it coming. It was always the same answer. "Fine. But we are having extra Mommy and Daddy time later." He demanded. Pepper gave him a look that said, Really? She walked over the floor where on a blanket, Ferron was laying on his stomach. He started to do that ridiculous yet adorable arm wave and leg sweep when she

approached, which left him just balancing on his stomach. She bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "Make Daddy behave."

Tony folded his arms, pretending to be offended. "You wound me, Mrs. Stark."

Pepper kissed his cheek as she walked by. "I try, Mr. Stark."

Soon, she had all her things gathered and was disappearing behind the elevator doors. She flashed them one last smile before the doors slid shut.

Tony lingered his gaze on the spot until a small gurgle pulled him away. "Alright, alright, I'm coming." He muttered, walking over to sit in a chair next to Ferron's spot on the carpet. Ferron spotted him and giggled loudly, waving his arms and legs again. "You're never gonna get anywhere if you wave your arms like that." Tony told him.

The infant laughed again, a small and happy noise. Tony watched as Ferron looked around a bit more, occasionally lifting his hands off the ground to balance on his stomach once more.

Their son was only five months old, yet he could sit up on his own for a long time and was already trying to move his way around the room. He just couldn't seem to get past the arm-flapping stage.

Tony studied his son, as he made it a habit to watch him grow and change everyday. He had thin locks of brown hair that tended to get wild after a nap. He wasn't particularly pudgy as most babies were, but on the smaller side. His eyes were a wide hazel color, but it was hard to tell if they will stay that color or not yet. Tony knew for a fact that his teeth were just barely coming in. He had felt them when Ferron had been knawing on his finger the other day.

Ferron gathered his arms underneath him and pushed upwards. Tony felt excitement course through him briefly. He had the first position down. Now, he just needed some encouragement.

Tony shifted from the chair to the floor, a couple feet from the child. He gestured for Ferron to come to him. "C'mon, kid. Maybe we can make Mommy guilty that she didn't stay home today if you crawl. C'mere."

Ferron stared at him a moment, then rocked back and forth, testing his new position. He set one shaky arm forward. . . aaaannnddd. . . Laid back down with a frustrated cry.

Tony leaned back against the chair. But he couldn't give up now. The little thing was so close! He tried to get his attention again. "Hey, Gears. Squirt! Hey, squirt. Come see me. If you crawl over here, I'll get you something yummy. C'mon, Stark baby, get over here." Tony called. Ferron set his gaze on Tony, looking slightly confused.

Then he pushed himself back up again. He set out one arm and rested it ahead of him. Then came the next arm. His little legs followed suit. He paused after one small shuffle across the floor, then looked up at Tony and grinned. The billionaire couldn't help but share in his triumph. He smiled back, urging him on.

"That's right. Perfect. Now keep doing that."

Tony looked to the ceiling. "JARVIS, record this please. Pepper will have to see this."

Ferron took a few more steps forward, then stopped abruptly. Tony tried to get him to go on. "You're so close, bud. Few more steps. Just a little more."

Ferron looked like he wanted to go on, but his little arms wouldn't hold him anymore. They gave out on him and he fell to the floor and smacked his nose off the carpet. He raised his head to look at a Tony and his lips curled into a frown. His eyebrows creased together and he began to cry so pitifully Tony couldn't help but pick him up and hold him. "Hey, hey, it's just a little bump on your nose. You'll be okay, trust me, I've been through worse." He assured the baby. Ferron grabbed Tony's black shirt in his fist and his crying ceased.

"There? See, you're fine."

Ferron, then proceeded to grab Tony's nose. And twisted it. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, Ferron, that's my nose you got. Ow, ow. Man, when's the last time Pepper cut your fingernails? Jeesh." His complaints came out sounding nasally. Tony pulled Ferron's hands away from his nose and held them down. "Why don't we get you a little prize for your small step towards crawling?" He asked him, not expecting an answer back.

Tony stood, one arm under Ferron's legs and the other resting against his stomach. They walked to the kitchens and Tony shifted so he could hold Ferron with one arm while grabbing Cheerios from a cupboard.

He carried him back to the living room where he pulled out a chair that had a colorful tray attached to it. He sat it on the floor and set Ferron inside. Then, he spread the cereal across the tray.

Ferron let out a loud humming noise and then grabbed one round cheerio, shoving it in his mouth. He laughed gaily and clapped his hands. Tony smiled. "Slow down, Gears, you'll choke." He murmured to him, poking him in the chest.

Ferron chortled again at this. He was a very joyful, laid back baby. He picked up another Cheerio and ate that too. After a total of five disappeared past his pink gums, Ferron picked up a sixth one. Tony watched as he went to put it in his mouth, then drew back his arm and hurled it at Tony. It hit the unsuspecting adult in the eye and he drew back. "Son of a freakin- holy Crap! Ouch." Tony blinked his eye rapidly, making sure he could see before opening it completely.

He glared at the grinning infant. He pointed his index finger at him. "That was rude." Ferron just giggled. "I do not want to look like Director One Eyed Willy, thank you very much."

Ferron clapped again and Tony smirked. "Think that's funny do you? Let's see how funny this is." Tony pulled Ferron out of his seat and tickled his side's lightly. Ferron laughed hysterically, his arms flailing.

Yeah, tickle fight was a bad idea.

One of Ferron's flailing fists caught Tony on the kisser. "Oh, wow, bud. You've pulled a triple combo in under twenty minutes. Ow."

Tony felt his lips and could feel them bulging slightly. Yeah he wasn't seeing th team until this went down. He couldn't risk them asking where he got the fat lip and having to reply that his son was kicking his ass the other night.

Ferron, however, seemed calm now. He yawned and rested his back against Tony's chest, where his arc used to be. Tony yawned, unable to resist one. "Naptime?" He asked Ferron. The brown haired child let out a soft sigh. Tony nodded decisively. "Naptime."

He stood up with Ferron and made his way to the bedroom. "JARVIS, lock the doors and don't let anyone in unless it's Pepper. Kill the lights, too."

The AI complied. "Already done, Sir."

"Thanks, Jar."

He carried his son to his bedroom and grabbed a blanket. Then he walked back out to the couch and laid down, letting Ferron sprawl out next to him on the wide cushion. He pulled the blanket up over them, mostly covering the infant. Ferron sighed again, then nestled his face into Tony's chest.

Tony felt a strange sensation run through him, one that could only be identified as love. Not the kind of love he and Pepper shared, but a fatherly love, a proud and fond love. He curled his arm around Ferron's back securely and pressed his lips to Ferron's fuzzy head.

He wished that Pepper was curled up on the couch with them. His last thought before falling asleep was of his beautiful red headed wife and him curled up there, with Ferron snuggled between them. Tony had never loved his life more.

Pepper was home in about three hours. She set her bags and purse down as she exited the elevator. She was pulling her heels off when she realized how dim the lights were and how silent the Stark floor was. It was never this silent. Tony Stark lived there; it wasn't possible.

But it was and Pepper crossed the hard floor to where the back of the couch faced her. Her feet touched warm carpet and she peeked over the side of the couch. If someone had been watching her, they would've seen her eyes soften and light with love.

Tony was curled up on the couch, his back facing the room. Tucked close by his chest, laid the baby Ferron, who's head rested on one of Tony's arms. A blanket was pulled up to Ferron. Both were snoring softly and twitching their noses in their sleep.

She sighed happily. Ferron might be a mama's boy most of the time, but she could already tell that father and son were going to be the best of friends. Tony had well past exceeded her expectations of his fatherly skills. He was surprisingly a natural, though he didn't believe it. But anybody could see it with the way he treated his son. Pepper was seeing it now.

"JARVIS, is this being recorded?"

"Yes. It has been rolling since mister Ferron's efforts to crawl earlier this evening. Shall I keep recording?"

"Until they wake up. Save it as 'Milestone'."

"Of course, Mrs. Stark."

Pepper smiled and let her hand rest on Tony's shoulder for a bit, rubbing it. He smiled in his sleep and his fingers played with Ferron's thin hair.

"Sweet dreams, guys." She whispered, before making her way to the loveseat. She sat down, watching her boys until her own eyes began to close, bringing her to a blissful place in her dreams, alongside the two men of the Stark household. She never had loved her life more.

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