When someone is sleeping near me, I end up being sleepy myself. Much to my luck, I fell asleep and woke up about ten hours later. The time says that Vlad has been sleeping for almost eleven hours now. I knew he needed to eat and figured he will get the rest of the night to sleep. Softly shaking his shoulder and he groaned miserably about being waken up in the middle of his sleep.

"No. Five more hours." He muttered.

Hours? I thought it was minutes. Seriously, this man cannot tell the time difference in his sleep. Right now, we need to eat before this gets out of hand and sleeping all day will not do well for either of us.

"Sorry, Vlad, but you need to get up because I have a half a mind to give you a cold bath." I warned him – knowing that will not harm him anyway.

Vlad slowly sat up and plopped onto the couch's arm to hold onto something. At least he'll take the couch as a substitute. There was no way I'd let him starve. he must have some food left in this house. I got up and headed towards his kitchen. I opened his refrigerator to find barely much food around. All there is, is some milk, eggs, celeries, strawberries, oranges…a lot of oranges and orange juice. I blinked.

"Is he craving for orange or something?" My free hand scratched the back of my head.

My head shook and muttered to make sure that's ready when the food is done. I checked over to the cupboards and look through for other food. I spotted some basic like spices, breads, noodles, some fish in cans, and some pasta. I opened the last food cupboard and something was about to fall. So my other hand was prepared to catch it and all of a sudden, several bags of chocolate chips fall out. In panic, I triggered my intangibility.

Once after ten or dozen fell, I stared dumbfounded with so many bags of chocolate chips here! How…right, billionaire living in this house. I muttered and kept checking around the kitchen to find what to eat.

I found a box of waffle mix with waffle iron. I hummed and glanced over to the pile of those chocolate chip bags.

I decided to make waffle with chocolate chips for a midnight meal. Yeah, now I don't blame Vlad for the needs to shop today and should have let him come anyway.

I hummed, "I really need to remember pregnancy makes them moody."

I knew where the bowl was and-

Riiiiiing, RIIIIING!

I sighed and pulled out my phone to see who would be calling now. My eyebrow raise up and this has not made much sense. Why would my dad be calling this late anyway? I sighed and figured might as well answer it. My thumb pressed accept and ready to see what this might be about.

"Hey son! Are you awake?" He had to ask that?

"I am now," Hoping he wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Great, I am at your apartment and was not too sure what your room number is." Dad explained.

If I was not half dead, breathing would have finished me off. My eyes almost felt like popping out and knowing too well of my dad. If anyone ever knows, dad gets to place fast no matter what. Despite of the fact I am at Vlad's place, it would a minute to get there by flight and he would be waiting for thirty second at the door.

"Um, dad, not that I have a problem with that, but why are you at my apartment building?"

I knew he'd be frowning right now, "I thought you'd be happy to hear I'm here visiting you on your vacation, son."

I mentally muttered how bad timing has got to be for dad. There was no way I'd leave Vlad alone, or sleeping when he needs to eat! So, my best shot is cover this up quickly one way or another. This fruit loop billionaire owes me, big time.

"Uh, dad, I'm not at the apartment right now since I've got a temporary job." If lying to him all those years weren't easy, neither will this one be.

Aw, crap. I didn't think mom into the conclusion. Once dad goes back home, mom will find out immediately. My eyes tried to find something to sit down on, but the only thing I can think of is the counter. I floated up a bit and decided to do it anyway. I mean, I barely started anything here.

"Oh, so when will you be here by, Danny-boy?" I hate it when he calls me boy.

I haven't been a boy since I was just a full human. I grew up so fast to the point everything has changed in my life. It hurts me personally not to enjoy life without such huge responsibilities carrying onto my shoulders every day. Right now, I'm in a complicated situation.

"Um, about an hour." I figured that I could cook fast and give Vlad plenty to eat and bring some with me to say I cook food sometimes.

"Alright, I need to buy a sleeping bag since I'm staying at your place for a week."

Oh, ghosts! Why a week? I doubt that dad knows anything about Vlad's new location is here, but I couldn't do that. At least I can come up normal excuses like normal people should be dealing. Well, almost since fruit loop is pregnant. My eyes rolled and went along with it for now.

"Oh, okay. Don't get lost dad, stores tend to be like that." I warned him, knowing he has weakness for fudges.

"Alright, son. I should be back here before you do." He pointed out.

My head shook and tried to understand why one week with me? Does he know that will complicate everything for me? No, no, he does not. As miserable and desperate I could be right now, yet, I have to struggle through this myself. The problem is…

Oh, gee, I can't even admit it too much myself on this, but Vlad needs me.

"Sounds good, dad. See you soon." Hoping he does not catch sarcastic attitude.

"See you soon, soon." He cheerfully put it.

Yup. He's more clueless than me. He hung up and I didn't even care. I shoved the phone into my pocket and decided to cook the waffle fast. There wasn't a time to waste, plus, my growling stomach is eager to eat right now. With the box to help me follow the instruction properly, it was getting me there quickly and I made sure to grab a bag of chocolate chip to pour into the mix.

I hummed and thought to use my ecto energy into work today. First, I duplicated six waffle irons and one of the pancake pans that would let me make six pancakes.

"Daniel, what are you doing?" Vlad's sleepy voice caught my attention.

My head turned, "Making something to eat." I shrugged and poured the mix into the pancake pans.

He was rubbing his eye and yawning, "What are you making? You didn't need to do that." He mumbled, yet, my ears made it out clear to get his words figured out.

A sigh, "You're pregnant and sleeping for about eleven hours." I told him, "You need to eat and so do I. Right now, walking to the store isn't an option and I guess my dad decides to come visit me for a week on my vacation time off." My head shook and walked over to the waffle irons to pour the rest of the mix in.

Vlad yawned and walked to his refrigerator to grab his orange juice. I frowned, that was not good to have at this hour, and figured he'll learn the hard way. The mix is being cooked, figured I'd have three pancakes and three waffles, and he would have the same amount too. Sometimes, it's nice to have powers to replace…certain…things...

My hand slapped my face to the fact I could have easily replaced my bag by using ecto energy all those times. Yet, why didn't Vlad br-

"Since when do I have six waffle irons, Daniel?" He interrupted my thoughts.

My head picked up at him, "Oh, I created the five waffle irons, figuring I can make it faster in five minutes."

"Why rush cooking them?" His eyebrow went up on me.

I was afraid of that question, "My dad called recently and told me he's here, literally. So I lied to him that I have a temporarily job and will be back to the apartment in an hour. I figured getting some food now is wise because I'll need to rush back and you need something to eat, especially you're sleepy."

Vlad grumbled, "I am not sleepy."

I mentally laughed at his stubborn behavior would go this far. As long he is in denial, it only proves he does not want others to seek him as weak or defenseless no matter what. Usually, with his denial would tell me there is a story behind everything or he's plain childish towards it. Right now, he's got a perfect excuse and that's being pregnant. For now, the pancake and waffles were finish. My ecto energy turned into plates and I let my telekinesis moved the food onto the plate without a needing a spatula or to burn my hands – then again, healing ability.

"Well, I made pancake and waffle chocolate chips." I set the plate on the counter in the middle of the kitchen.

I went to grab his forks, found them in the drawer, and turned back to the counter. There were bright red cheeks on him. Did…did I just embarrass him? He accepted the fork in silent and used his fork to cut his food like I did. He accepted his food and we ate in silence. Out of my entire seven to eight years with Vlad, this is the most relaxing in my life. There were moments when I couldn't stand being in the same room anymore or be so paranoid to what he'd be up to. Even I can tell the calm air between us and how nice it seems to be for us.

Then, a part of me felt guilty and there wasn't an understanding why I had felt guilty at all. It was like competing inside of myself to battle out the problem, but I don't know what is the problem. Maybe I'm just paranoid and ought to let it go right now.

With Vlad being pregnant might have made me calmer around him. Or, could it be his behavior towards his baby be the reason? Everything we did was mainly fighting each other, bickering, and fail to trust each other for certain reasons. It never stopped, yet, reduced little by little. Vlad and I know each other better than most people could see eye to eye. We know what we are truly like in reality, but everyone sees the opposite of us. People think Vlad is the typical billionaire in political business who has all the desire to help his people. As for me, they think I'm some inexperienced kid, weak, shy, and always disappearing. Vlad is really a manipulating, do whatever it takes to get what he wants, high standard type, and greedy. I'm some kid who is helping people in situation, experienced to several things, and on guard about everything.

Vlad sees more than that, but I think he goes a bit overboard on everything. At least, he has a heart like any good parents. He hasn't exactly hurt me badly in fights and if he had severely injured me or almost cost half of my life, he'd help care for me to save trouble from the rest of the people. In the truth, the man only did this to teach me to be better than I was from the beginning. He changed me since that day and all I can say is, without him…I wouldn't be this powerful or strong. I wouldn't have known such existing ability.

Now? I'm helping him get ready to be a mommy and he's still changing my life around no matter when or how long we have known each other for. That right there, have eased the guilt that was tempting to eat me up alive and I wasn't too sure why.

The plate no longer has food and I took it to his sink. My eyes placed at the waffle irons and snapped my fingers to dissolve them to reveal only one stayed. I did the same for the pancake pan.

"Um, call me if you need something, Vlad. I better go before dad suspect anything more." I told him.

Vlad nodded, "I will be heading to bed now." He informed me.

I shrugged and figured he'll be sleeping for the rest of the night now. He's still tired and we went our separate ways. He went upstairs and I left his house.

…

I spotted a large orange hazmat suit and recognized it anywhere. I walked up to him with a tired look – knowing I'm still tired.

"Hey dad," A smile is too hard to bring up, but I managed.

Dad cheerfully smiled, "Hey Danny-boy! I found the sleeping bag nearby one of the stores. I am surprised there is no ghosts in this town. It would have been fun to do with you!"

Now, I remember why I wasn't too sure going back home. I chose this college because no one had ghosts in this town and wouldn't have to think of it much. Ironically, my required course for the summer is phenomenal world and I was doomed to take it in less than two weeks. I opened the door of this building and dad followed me in like a lost puppy he is.

"Dad, ghosts don't like big city here," Which is true and he likes information that is directed to ghosts, "I need a place that won't make me waste my time from running away from ghosts."

Dad hummed, "I agree, son. Your mother is proud of your grades bumping up so high. Heck, Jazzy-pants is more than proud of you on your grades!"

Yeah, she visited me to give me a Fenton-bear hug for an average of ninety-two. It's easier to study with all those free time on my hands. Back at home, it's impossible to get these grades because of so many ghost fights to deal with from time to time. There were barely any time to do homework, let alone to study at all! I managed to graduate high school, even with Mr. Lancer giving me detention. Instead it turned into a routine where I'd come to his classroom, sit down and do all the homework. If I didn't understand, he'd help me out. Mr. Lancer didn't mind and thought detention to be more effective. Only, I don't come in on Friday and he would give detention on those days for two-hour limits at least – depending on the situation. That's when I was more miserable to Friday detention. At least, all of that is over for good.

I'm opening the door to my apartment and dad looked around my place. I have a small living room, a kitchen with a counter served as a table, a bathroom, and a bedroom. It's not a big place, but enough to allow me to have space here.

"I'm going to bed. You can take the living room to sleep in." I muttered.

Dad nodded with a smile. I headed into the bedroom and shut the door for the night to know too well I need normal sleep. Looks like I'd be waking up early today. I set my alarm at seven and just sleep in my bed with my boxers and shirt. I heard dad plopped down on the floor and sleep with his sleeping bag he just brought.

Slowly, his snoring began and I was able to tune out with ecto energy easily within a matter of minutes. My mind wandered thoughts to thoughts of its own. In my mind, it becomes lighter and farther away from the waking world.