Skye Stark's Daughter (Stark's Daughter 3)

Chapter 2

I stir the pasta on the cooker and pour some herbs in. I hear a car pull up outside and peep through the blinds to see the white porsche drive up the driveway.

"Mr. Matthews is here, miss." Jarvis announces.

"Thanks Jarvis." I mutter as i carry on stirring the pasta.

I hear the door open and footsteps walking up to me, then there's hands wrapping around my waist. I smile and lean my head back on his shoulder.

"Hey my beautiful genius." He whispers against my ear.

I spin around and kiss him.

"Where's Hope?" He asks, clasping my hand.

"Basement, practising i think." I geuss.

"How did the tests go?"

"We don't know yet, they took a blood sample and Colson asked me lots of questions."

"What sort of questions?" He asks, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"If i was training her and what she was like controlling her...power."

"He said the M word, didn't he?" Zeke whispers, knowing me so well.

"Yes and i made him change his question."

"Ill go check on her." He announces and walks off.

Something doesn't feel right.

I pour the sauce on the pasta and serve into bowls. I hear Hope giggling in the basement.

"Jarvis, tell then dinner is ready." I order as i place the dinner on the glass dining table. Hope races up and sits in her chair, Zeke takes my arm and pulls me away from the table.

"How did she hurt her head?" He asks.

"Hope pulled down a shelf at my dads and it started bleeding, she's fine." I explain.

"Okay." He whispers and sits down at the table.

*

"I have something to tell you." Zeke admits, leaning on the door frame as i load the dishwasher. I turn around and face him, i step forward and place my hands on his arms.

"I love you too." I tease, he forces out a laugh but shakes his head.

This is serious.

"I did something." He announces.

"What? What did you do Zeke?"

"I punched a photographer." He whispers and i burst out laughing. I thought it was serious.

"Its not funny!" He argues.

"I almost hit a photographer."

"Cool, but i did and now he's suing me."

"How much?" I ask, looking up at him, his eyes guilty.

"1 million."

"Zeke, you forget. Im a billionaire!" I point out, standing on my tiptoes and kissing him.

"You didn't make the mistake, i did. I don't want to use your money."

"We're married, we're partners. Your mistake is my mistake. We go through the consequences together." I point out.

"You're amazing!" He whispers against my ear, pulling me against him.

"Anyway, i could make a million pounds back with one missile design."

"My genius."

"That reminds me, i should be at my dads now. Sorry." I mumble, kissing him and walking out.

"Ring me when you're on your way back." He says, following me to the door.

"Of course i will. Hope!" I shout, she races from her bedroom and up to me.

"Im going to work at Grandads, Ill see you in the morning." I say, kissing her on the forehead.

"Bye mummy." She mutters, sucking her thumb.

I pull up at my dads house and lock my black soft top BMW, walking up to the house, i place my thumb on the lock and the door opens.

"Dad!" I shout as i close the door behind me.

"Hey, Kiddo." He says, walking up to me holding a glass of scotch. What a surprise.

"Have you even started the plans?" I ask.

"Um..."

"Dad, it has to be ready in two weeks." I point out.

"I've been organising the party." He makes up.

"Really? Is the party that important?" I question.

"Yes it is. Im going to ask Pepper." He admits, smiling.

"Aww. Okay, organise the important party. Ill do the designs." I give in.

Tony Stark is going to propose to Pepper Potts.