Not your typical baby mama

The light from the window luminated a beautiful yet big room. In the middle of that room was a woman sleeping on a queen sized bed. The sheets covered her up to her waist as her body fell in an S-shape as she lay on her side.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she reached for a remote on her night stand. She pressed and pointed it to the window in that direction and the curtains slowly opened. She rubbed her eyes and turned to the other side to open the windows from there when:

"Arrrrrrgggghhhh!" She screamed while staring at what was on her bed in horror.

"Victoria, it's too early for this", the person grumbled lazily as he turned his back on her.

Victoria jumped out of her bed and rushed out of the room. The man peeked out of the sheets when he heard the door close.

"That was easy", he mumbled as he went back to sleep.

He got up and got the remote she had been using to close the windows. He could not sleep a wink with any source of light coming into the room. He relaxed into the now dimly lit room and allowed sleep to take over. It had been a while since he had a well deserved rest. He felt his become drowsy and slowly succumbed to sleep. It was such a sweet feeling especially under the warmth of the sheets.

Bam!

The door violently swung open and he knew who it was. With a heavy and tired sigh, he sat up to complain. "Victoria- ah!"

He felt his skin sting from being hit with some particles. They felt small with rough edges. Was she throwing sand at him?

"Be gone! Be gone! Be gone!" She shouted while picking things from a jar in her hand and throwing them at him.

"Victoria! Stop it! Blugh!" His face scrunched up in disgust when a piece of the substance fell into his mouth when he spoke.

"Be gone! Be gone!" She did not stop her actions as her face grew more fierce.

Ten minutes later

The man was standing outside the gates of Victoria's house. The cold morning wheezed by and brushed through his hair as he rubbed his arms. He stood with a phone pressed to his ear as he listened to the dial tone. On the third ring, the call was answered.

"Finally", he grumbled.

"It's six in the morning", the person on the other end responded in annoyance.

"I need food and a place to stay", he said.

"What about her place? I'm sure she'd appreciate your company."

"Not sure I'm welcome here", he glanced at the security camera atop The high gates. He didn't have to be with her to know she was watching him. He rubbed a thumb against his white goatee before he let out a tired sigh. He knew how red his face had become from the attack. "Your mom just performed an exorcism on me the moment she saw me."

He chuckled when he remembered how horrified she looked while throwing salt at him. He had known her to always be dramatic but he didn't think his absence would make her worse. The person on the line sighed. They had the option of staying in the hotel but chose to stay with them.

"Fine."

"Send someone to pick me. I'm at her place", he was about to hang up when he looked down and sighed. "Oh, and Zach? Send some clothes too."

He looked down at the boxer shorts and vest when the morning wind sent a terrible shiver down his body gracing his body with goosebumps. Soon as he hung up the call, a black car pulled up right in front of him. A men stepped out of the driver's side and jogged to the back seat to open the door for him.

"Sir?" The man politely gestured for him to enter.

He chuckled upon seeing this. Did Zach foresee this situation or what? He go into the car anyway. The driver closed the door and jogged back to the driver's side. Before he drove off, he took a bag from the front passenger seat and gave it to him.

"And this is for you sir."

He took the bag and looked inside. Sure enough, there were clothes inside.

"That punk!" He muttered in annoyance.

Victoria relaxed when she saw the car drive off from the security footage. Her face was red from rage and her hair was disheveled from the morning's drama.

"How dare he show up here", she muttered while calming down from her erratic breathing.

The car drove to Zach's house. The man had changed into the clothes that had been sent to him. Edmund was already by the door and opened them for him.

"Master", he bowed in respect.

He had been informed of his arrival by Zach hence the reason he was not surprised. The man waved off a hand and walked on. He found Zach and George in the dining room quietly having their breakfast.

"Mr. Frost!" George stood up when he saw him. His face lit up in surprise.

"Are you referring to me or him?" He pointed at himself before pointing at Zach.

"Uncle Henry", George corrected with a smile.

The man gave him a hug and roughly patted him on the back. "Good to see you, boy."

"And what happened to your face?" George asked amidst the hug after noticing the red dots.

He let go before standing next to Zach. He stared at him with eyes full of resentment. "You knew?"

"Welcome back, father", Zach said before quietly sipping on his tea.

Edmund signaled for one of the maids to serve the man his breakfast. They had not seen him for a few years but time seemed to not move forward for the man. If anything he seemed to be getting younger except for the gray hair strands gracing his thick brown hair. Henry sighed before settling down on a sea and waiting for his breakfast.

"It's been a while since I last saw. Fivw or six years, is it? When did you arrive?" George asked.

Henry chuckled, "You boys were too busy to notice last night."

"You were at the gala?" George's eyes widened in shock and looked at Zach who seemed not so surprised.

Henry looked at his son who had a small smirk gracing his lips. What had him in a good mood? Zach was thinking about Amy. She didn't realize that she had been introduced to her father-in-law and was now working with him. Hot Head was actually Henry. And he had been away because of work. Aside from Zach, no one else knew this. But really, was this fate or what?

Meanwhile, things were looking up at Greco Pharmaceuticals. Peter had rushed into Gwen's room with a laptop in hand. He placed it on her desk and looked at her with a wide smile. The results of the face recognition analysis were finally out. Three faces stared back at them from the screen.

Gwen's brows furrowed when she saw a familiar face on the screen and their information. Peter had also found who these people were working for. But her eyes were fixed on a certain picture. She looked up at Peter.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked.

Her gut feeling was never wrong and looking at the results.....

"One hundred percent", Peter responded enthusiastically. "What should we do with this?"

Gwen's face turned ugly as an icy expression settled on her face. "What else? Destroy them."