Spy dad

Spy Dad-Chapter 2 (A shocking discovery)

The six year old entered his room and sat down at his desk to do homework. Walter moved some of his science stuff aside, plus the Unitee toy wich let out a "Unitee loves you!". Walter gave an unhappy smile before responding:"I wish I could love this stuff too, Unitee."
It was Friday, and while Walter was excited about spending the weekend with his dad who was finally returning from his mission today, he hated that he had to get through this tiring homework before the fun could begin. Experimenting with stuff that only real scientists use he found WAY more interesting. This homework just seemed way to simple for him.
But it was what it was.
His high intelligence had upsides and downsides.
Walter grabbed his notebook and math book since math was the simplest school subject for him. At some point while he started writing down his math answers, the pencil he was writing with suddenly broke off. No wonder.
It was an old, crappy one. "Shoot!" Walter muttered in frustration. "I should've thought to ask dad for a new one! I guess I'll have to get one myself now..."
Walter peeked out of his room and listened. His babysitter was thankfully busy washing his dishes from lunch downstairs, so she wouldn't be a problem. Walter tip-toed to his dad's bed room. He knew that Lance had some pencils in a shelf in his bedroom since it wasn't the first time he snuck in there. The super spy always made sure to lock that room before he went to work. Earlier he used to hide the key, but after Walter kept managing to find it no matter where he had hidden it, the super spy had started taking the key with him. But it was a simple enough lock for Walter to just require some wire that he secretly stored under his shoe sole to open it. Lance was very protective of his bedroom and would always get super pissed whenever he caught Walter inside his bedroom while he wasn't in there with him. When the boy had asked him why he was so protective of his bedroom, Lance's only response was:"I just don't like you snoopin' through my stuff." Walter unlocked the door and snuck inside. He headed towards the shelf and opened the upper drawer where sure enough, a whole collection of pencils was. The boy took one out and was about to head out of the room when he suddenly tripped and dropped the pencil wich caused it to roll all the way under the bed. "No, no, no, come back!" Walter quietly called out. He got on his knees, crawled under the sheet hanging over the bottom of the bed and instantly found the pencil. "Haha!" he said triumphantly. "Found you!" Then he spotted something else. It was a little green box. Walter curiously pulled it out and opened it. His eyes widened as he saw what was inside. There was a picture of a woman in a police uniform standing behind something that looked like the flag of the United States. The boy raised an eyebrow in confusion. What was it doing in this box?
Why was his dad hiding it under his bed? Under the picture there was a letter. Walter took it out and started reading it.
"My dear sweet Walter,
I'm very sorry that I can't be with you while you grow up. But I want you to know that the minute I held you in my arms, it felt like I was holding a little angel. You were the most precious baby I had ever seen. I was proud of you from the moment I saw you. Right from the beginning, I knew you were going to make a huge difference in this world. Whatever will come at you in life, always remember that you are untouchable to me.
I love you with all my heart,
your mom Wendy."
It felt like a noose was being tied around Walter's small neck that grew tighter with each word he read till he couldn't breath anymore. He looked at the picture of the woman, then the letter, and then again the picture.
His heart beat was echoing so loudly in his ears, that he barely heard the door downstairs opening and the voice of his dad greeting the babysitter.
If he could even call him that.
Walter heard his babysitter saying goodbye to Lance and walking out of his penthouse. Then he heard the super spy's footsteps coming up the stairs while calling for him.
Walter was so petrified that he didn't even think to hide. The footsteps suddenly abruptly stopped and he heard a:"What the..?" His dad must've noticed that his bedroom door was cracked open. The footsteps marched towards the bedroom and the door swung open with aggression to reveal Lance, who had a look of anger on his face. "WALTER, WHAT ARE Y-" he paused and his angered expression turned to a mask of complete shock when he saw the six year old kneeling down in front of the open box and with the letter still in his hands. "Walter..."
The boy looked up at him then set the letter down slowly, grabbed the picture of Wendy and held it up to him with an expression that was so hurt as if the super spy had slapped him in the face. "Dad...how....how could you not tell me about this woman?" his voice cracked and his eyes filled with tears. Lance returned the look of hurt and his head dropped with guilt. He couldn't bring himself to look at the boy. "Walter...I...I..."
He couldn't find the right words either.
Walter set the picture down and curled up into a ball while starting to cry. Lance felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He was so ashamed that he wished the floor underneath his feet would open up and swallow him.
"Walter, please...let me explain."
Lance slowly approached him, picked the kid up and sat down on the bed with him, Walter in his lap. The boy kept sobbing and the spy hugged him and started swaying from side to side, trying to ease his sobs. They slowly began to subside with each minute and finally it seemed like Walter was calming down.
So Lance began to explain:"I didn't tell you about her because I was told to wait till you were old enough. But I guess now I'll have no choice but to tell you. Your mom Wendy was a close friend of mine, but not too long after she gave birth to you, she got really sick from damages in her uterus. The doctors tried helpin' her, but the damages were just to big. That's why I immediately offered to take care of you. Before your mom passed away, she wrote this letter, gave me this picture of her and told me to give both things to you when you were old enough."
Walter stared at him wide-eyed and Lance wiped his last tears away. "I hope you can forgive me, Walter. But if you can't and also hate me for this, I'll understand." He turned away again. The six year old kept staring at him. Then he leaned forward and rapped his arms around his dad's large chest. Lance turned to him in surprise and felt the boy's tears dripping onto his suit. "Dad, don't ever say something like that to me again!" he puffed out with a voice that was shaking with sobs. "How can you think that I would hate you when it was you who took care of me when my mom wasn't there anymore? I don't care if you're not my real dad. You're the one who raised me, always excepted me for who I am and always had my back when I needed it, no matter how many times I drove you crazy. I could never hate you, dad! I love you!"
Lance couldn't help it anymore, he had to cry too. He hugged him back with warm tears running down his face. "Love ya too, kid.."

The sun was already setting outside by the time they released the hug. "How do ya feel?"Lance asked him. Walter smiled slowly. "Better..." Lance smiled too and let out a sigh of relief. Then he eyed the boy from head to toe. "You know..." he pointed out while gesturing to him. "Your mother would be so proud of the kid you've grown into." Walter hugged him once again. "That would've never happened without you."
Lance ruffled his fluffy brown hair while they hugged one last time. "So, you managed to sneak into my room again?" he suddenly asked with a mocking smile. Walter released the hug and started grinning nervously, revealing his tooth gap in front. He knew what Lance was about to do, but then he sighed in defeat and said:
"I'll take my tickles."
Without hesitation, Lance pushed the kid onto the covers and started tickling him.
Walter laughed and squirmed around. He was so happy that he could keep having these kind of moments with this man who raised him. So very happy.
Eventually Lance stopped and looked outside where it was almost dark. "Ey, it's the weekend now! What do ya say we go get some pizza, buddy?" he suggested while nudging the boy and Walter nodded excitedly. "Sure, dad!" Lance got up and Walter hoped off the bed to grab his dad's hand and they both made their way out of the bedroom.
Lance was still crushed by the fact that Walter had to find out about the truth this way and at such a young age, but he had actually taken it much better then the super spy had thought.
This kid would never seize to amaze him.