The Queen's Race (Newsies | Sprace)

Chapter 13

~7 years later~

Anthony walked into the World offices with his son, Gabriel, balanced on his hip.

"Are we gonna see uncle Jonathan?" Gabriel asked.

"Why else do we come here, goofball," Anthony laughed, ruffling Gabriel's hair that matched his own mop of blonde curls. Anthony was lucky that Gabriel didn't look like his father.

Gabriel was actually Anthony's nephew, but Annabelle and Jonathan were convinced that Anthony needed something to do. So, therefore, Gabriel was Anthony's son and knew nothing different.

Anthony walked down a hall heading to his brother-in-law's office but was stopped when he heard a name. A name that he hadn't heard in seven years. "Race"

Anthony turned around to see the head of David Jacobs sticking out of an office. "David?"

"Oh my god," David yelled, running down the hall towards Anthony, "it's really you. Where have you been?"

"With my sister," Anthony said, readjusting Gabriel.

"Is this her son?" Davey asked, pointing at Gabriel.

Anthony set Gabriel on the ground, "Head up to your uncle's office. I'll be there in a minute." Anthony watched as Gabriel disappeared down the hallway. "No, Dave. Gabriel is my son."

"But what about the whole Spot thing? I thought you were," Davey said, confused.

"I am Dave. Gabriel is Annabelle and Jonathan's son, but they gave him to me claiming I needed something to do with my time," Anthony explained.

"Wait, Jonathan? As in Jonathan Pulitzer. He's your brother-in-law," Davey said, surprised.

"Yes, my sister Annabelle is married to him," Anthony said, "How are the other guys? Do you see them anymore?"

"They're great. They all live in the apartment next to mine," Davey said, messing with the end of his tie, "You should come over tonight. They would be absolutely delighted to know that you are not dead."

"They think I'm dead?" Anthony asked.

"Race, we all do. One day you just disappear without a trace. Where did you go?" Davey asked, wanting to know where this boy had hidden so well that they couldn't find him for seven years.

"Bronx. We live in the Bronx. Annabell, Jonathan, Gabriel, myself, and the house staff," Anthony said.

"So, will you come over tonight. I'm actually down with my work for today; we could head over now," Davey said.

"Hang on, I have to go and get Gabe," Anthony said, "You can come with."

Davey followed Race to the elevator. Anthony selected the top floor, where Jonathan's office was.

"Gabriel," Anthony called, stepping off the elevator as his son ran up to him. Anthony lifted him up and placed Gabriel back on his hip as Jonathan appeared in the doorway Gabe had emerged from.

"Anthony, I don't know how you deal with him," Jonathan laughed, leaning up against the door frame. Davey had never seen his boss so relaxed or casual.

"Oh, Jon. Your time is coming soon," Anthony laughed. Annabelle was pregnant again, and this time, Jonathan and Annabelle were keeping the kid. "Tell Mayweather to not set a spot for me tonight or Gabe. We're going with my friend Davey to see some old friends."

"Have fun, Anth," Jonathan called before disappeared back through the doorway.