Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 30.: Making progress

Since Devon came into my life, I barely had a moment of silence and calmness. However, this day is full of it. If by any chance, there is a sound, it's the kid's laughter or Annabelle's monologue when she tries to talk to Devon.

As much as I'd like to follow what they're doing, I need to focus on my work.

I search for the file in my computer and open it to see where I left off. I'm not that far from completing it but I'm still on the part that will take the most of my time. It's all about the finishing touches, important details that could sabotage it all if just slightly overlooked. 

I start working with the help of the password to the storage info of Wells & Hether and I'm surprised when I see we have certain materials in store. This is where the tricky part comes in. Even though we have what my idea would need if built and prepared for testing, I need to work on figuring out how the absorption will work and why would this solar cell prove to be so much better than the already existent ones. 

I'm surprised with myself how focused I am on finding the solution to this current problems and even more when I'm nearing it. 

This night's sleep has done wonders to me. Perhaps having Annabelle be around, ready to tend to Devon's every need has calmed me down. She surely took a huge weight off my shoulders. 

The closer that it gets to the afternoon, the more completed my design looks. Or will look once we'll put it together. I don't need a completed design, built and prepared to start selling it. All I need is a promising idea, a promising project. 

I'm in the middle of figuring out how to make this thing look more like a technology of 21st century and less like something from Tesla's and Edison's time, when I hear an unexpected knock on the door. 

I lift my head from the papers and avert the eyes away from the beaming computer's screen. 

It's Annabelle. 

Of course it's her. Who else would it be? And why did I find it so unexpected and surprising?

She's got Devon dressed like he's the new James Bond. Seriously, all he needs is a bowtie and a martini in his hands. 

"Hi? Going somewhere?" I thought he has already been outside on a stroll. Maybe Annabelle just needs to get away from me. It's not that we conversed that much today or anything and she hasn't been giving me any hateful signs like my secretary but who knows what's up with women. 

She nods and lifts Devon's hand "Say bye-bye to Daddy!"

Please, no. Not that kind of Daddy. 

Devon looks as interested as me. He's learning fast. 

"I thought I would take him out and give you some space. This apartment is pretty cool but I think baby's sounds still got to you," she smiles and I'm somehow moved. She's so empathetic and this isn't meant in any kind of sarcasm. 

I snort and put the papers together just because I've got nothing better to do and I need to keep my hands busy "Trust me, I'd choose his laughter over screams anytime. Even if it means it's a mischevious one."

Annabelle smiles widely. When I say widely, I mean that mega-watt smile I give to women and I get close to feeling what it does to others. Huh, just another confirmation I really am irresistible. 

"Well, you won't have to deal with any of those for about half an hour. I put some suncream on his cheeks and hands just in case and I'll most probably be in one of the parks," she informs me of their whereabouts like it's something I strictly demand. I'm not gonna lie, I like it. I still have everything in control more or less.