Hale-Ferguson Residence
"Daddy!" Orion barreled into Ambrose's waiting arms later that day after Devon picked him from school. As the SS-Rank picked him up, the boy went on excitedly. "I heard some of my teachers talking about you. One of them called you a 'miracle'."
Ambrose's smile faltered for a beat.
"That's… great, buddy."
His eyes turned to Devon. "So? How was the ride back here?"
"Take a wild guess." The S-Rank huffed, rubbing his right shoulder. "I got to the school and met an entire swarm of reporters and fans waiting there. They didn't even give us breathing space."
Ambrose's eyes narrowed. "Fans?"
"Yep. You're growing a fan base already."
[Ahem. Is now a good time to say 'I told you so' about the whole celebrity thing?]
'Aura, I'll—'
[I guess not.]
Just when Ambrose lowered Orion back to the ground, his phone rang. He brought it out, frowning when he saw the contact name.
