Chapter Twenty: Repair

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The house was now one less person with Aja being away for the next few days which meant daddy daycare for Kyrie now that he had time away from the office. He had the day planned out for himself and the kids. His mother had taken a few days to herself with the company of Mr. Louis out of town.

"Daddy, can I make more paper planes? I'm trying to send mommy a video of everything we're doing today." Sasha said as he cleaned off the dining room table.

"Not yet, Stink. Go back upstairs and get back to bed." Kyrie had been up all night with both kids.

In the midst of 24 hours, they both developed stomach viruses. He cleaned every inch of the house removing the smell of vomit with bleach and fabuloso then took a set forward and covered everything with garbage bags just in case they wanted to come down for a movie.

"B-but daddy I'm bored and Kendall went to sleep on me." She whined.

"I'll give you something to do once I'm done down here. Now, go get your butt in the bed." She nodded and walked back up the staircase.

Kyrie had no plans on telling Aja or his mom that the kids were sick. He just wanted to do things himself for once with anyone's help so far it was going smoothly.

The doorbell rang just as he removed the rubber gloves from his hands and discarded them. He quickly washed his hands a few times before becoming satisfied. The bell rung once more making Kyrie jog to the front door. He looked through the peephole and sighed.

"I can hear you breathing, let me in." Greg, his manager spoke on the other side of the door.

"Listen, man my kids are sick and I'm not trying to spread germs or make them worse by letting you in, just talk to me through the door." He heard Greg mumbling under his breath.

"Alright, so here's the deal. Cam's family sent some documents of his will to my office this morning and they weren't too thrilled about him leaving everything to Kendall. My phone won't stop ringing off of the hook and I'm getting calls from-"

"Greg, when Aja gets back I'll have her call you, I have two children to worry about right now. Cut your phone off or place it on silent and get some rest." Kyrie said before walking away from the door.

The last thing he wanted was to discuss anything related to Cam. He wanted him to remain dead, gone and in the past where he belonged.

"Daddy! Kendall threw up on his pillow and went back to sleep." Aja shouted from the room.

He remained quiet as he gathered cleaning products and tools from the pantry. This was where his mind needed to be focused on not a rotting corpse.

As for Aja, it was now her turn to experience traveling the world without her family. She was now in Paris with the cast to promote Cocoa. After the screening in Ohio, she had grown accustomed to how intense being an actress was.

Resting her head in her hands, Aja sat on the balcony of her hotel suite while reading updates on Cam's service. As much as Aja wanted to attend, she knew it wouldn't sit well with Kyrie.

To her, if Kyrie had it his way she wouldn't go anywhere near the graveyard. Hell, she wouldn't even pour liquor on the pavement for Cam. No remorse or grief needed to be shown for a nasty individual like Cam.

She clicked out of the app and scrolled through the countless of emails from Greg. He had been trying to contact her directly but she had yet to respond. Her phone was on silent and she was only accepting calls from Kyrie and the kids.

The sliding door opened as a thin woman pushed her cart of hot breakfast and beverages over to Aja's tiny table.

"Bonjour, Madam Irving. Voulez-vous plus de thé ou de café?" The servant asked politely while pointing to the two labels.

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