A week later, Aviva was working on the computer when the baby began crying. She looked down to the playpen next to her desk, and saw the baby squirming. She gently picked up the baby, and rocked him. "Tienes hambre?" The baby continued crying, and Aviva put the bottle in his mouth. "There ya go." Suddenly, Chris put his hand on her shoulder. "Having fun being a mother?" "Yup." She smiled, and Chris ruffled his son's hair. "Has the crew said anything about this cute little guy?" "Nope. They haven't even bothered looking at him." "Good,no?" "What's so good,ay, Chris?" Chris stiffened. He knew that voice. It was from Martin. "Um, nothing brother." "You 2 were talking about something. TELL ME!" "Um, we were talking about technology and science, and Chris was saying something about the new bio technology." "Whatever. I don't care about that shit." He walked away, and Chris cocked his head. "What's bio technology?" "I dunno, I just came up with it right now." "Ya did?" "Yup." "Well, that was a good lie." "They say I suck at lying." "I don't think so. If you could come up with that, you could lie easily."
Aviva stood up, and set the baby down in his playpen. "He's sleeping Chris." Chris smiled, and ran his hand on her back. That night, Chris and martin were talking, when Martin stood up. "I know you are in a intimate relationship with Aviva." "What? No. I'm not!" "Yes you are! I told you not to get in an intimate relationship with her!" "B-But-" "Shutup Chris! I'm going to make sure you never see her again!" "I-I hate you!" "Go ahead! Hate me! Tommorrow, you'll never see your girlfriend and your brat again!"
The next day, Chris awoke to find his pillow wet. "Oh god, please tell me it was all just a dream." He walked downstairs to find that only Koki, Jimmy, and Martin were there. "Aviva? Aviva! You bastard! You did make sure of that!" He ran over to her desk, and found a sticky note on the computer screen. He read it out loud to himself. "Dear Chris, I took your son with me. I didn't want to leave the crew, especially you. I never told you I had a contract with martin to stay at the H.Q for 5 years, and I promised to leave the crew after those years have passed," he turned the sticky note to other side, and continued reading it," and I'll never be in the arms of another man. I live with my father, and you can find me there. Aviva." He sank down into the desk chair, and tears began to go down his cheeks. "Aviva." he said and began crying harder. "Chris?" "Leave me alone Martin! You created this!" "Chris?" "Go away!" He ran to his room and locked it. He threw himself on his bed, and curled up into a little ball. "Why? Why? What did I do?" He cried to himself.
That night, Martin tried to convince him downstairs for dinner. "Chris? Come out and eat. It's your favorite, pizza." "Oh ok." He trudged downstairs, and sat down in his chair. He ate in a matter of 5 minutes, grabbed a bottle of beer, and left. "Bro? Where are you going?" "To my room." He locked his door, and opened the bottle. He began drinking, and laid down on his bed. Downstairs, Koki and Martin were talking. "What's up with your brother, Martin?" "I know what's up. I broke his heart and put it through hell." "What do you mean?" "Well, I made Aviva leave. Now I broke his heart. He really loved Aviva and his baby boy." "He was the father?!" "Yup. I'm going to talk to him for a while. If he even decides to talk to me." He walked over to his room, and knocked. "C-Come in." He opened the door, and saw Chris at his desk, with his shirt half fixed, and drunk. "Bro?" "Leave me alone." "You really love her, don't you?" "I do. I do love her. She was my only salvation." "She-She was?" "Yea, and now I lost it." Martin neared himself to Chris, and he smelled beer. "Chris? Have you been drinking?" "No." "You're lying. I know you have." "Fine, I did." "Christopher! You are not going to solve your problems by drinking!" "That's the only way. I have no life." "Yes you do! I don't want to have an alcoholic brother!" "So what? It's not like you've ever been in love." "Yes Chris. I have. And because of that, I ended up down deep in it. I'm married now because of that. But no one knows about it. I have a 4 year old son, and a 3 year old daughter." "Y-You do?" "Yup. You know all those weekends I disappear?" "Yes, why?" "I-I go to visit my wife and kids. And that month we were off, my kids were so excited to have their father around for the whole day." "That's not my case. I have my week old son, and Aviva. They're very special to me." "Chris, tomorrow, you'll have the day off. I want you to go see Aviva and your baby boy. I can't stand to see you like this. Maybe seeing them will help you feel better." "If you say so."