F o u r t y s i x

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"Lance!" Chloe leaped onto the bed of the two adults as lance gasped awake with a child now sitting on him as Lotor rolled over with a groan.

"Your back! Did you get me presents?" Chloe smiled brightly as milo jumped onto the bed next.

"It was my birthday, where's my presents?" Lance sat up smiling as he kissed chloes head and pulled his brother in and put him in a loose head lock to rile him up.

"Dani hid them," milo pushed lance off him as Lotor sat up rubbing his face from being exhausted and jet lagged.

"Were you guys good while I was gone?" Lance asked smirking a little.

"I accidentally hit Matt in the knee with a baseball when shiro and hunk look us to the baseball diamonds," milo smiled proudly and Chloe leaned over to hug Lotor as he caught her gently.

"I missed you too," Chloe looked up at Lotor as his heart melted a little.

"Is matt okay?" Lance covered his face.

"We learned new cuss words!" Chloe sat back up sitting on Lotors lap excitedly.

"Only used inside the house and outside of school," lance told them.

"Oh and John showed me how to take peoples bike wheels," milo perked up again.

"Oh wow he taught me how at like seven, who's wheels did you take?" Lance asked curiously as Lotor looked at him flatly.

"What? Gotta make profit," lance shrugged.

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Dani walked in the house with Samuel on her hip as he held onto her shirt blowing spit bubbles as she had a bag of some groceries but saw lance and Lotor in the kitchen with the kids.

"Lance your back!" Dani smiled walking in and lance wrapped her in a hug.

"Yea, proud you didn't kill them, hey Sam," lance smiled at the two and kissed each of their heads as Chloe looked at Sam with a glare and flipped off the baby.

"You should be, it was hard, they're little assholes," Dani glared at the two smaller ones as lance took Sam so Dani could have her arms free.

"How was maria and John?" He asked her quietly.

"Maria has me watch Sam when she's at work, John is at the bar of course, he's been happy drunk lately," Dani shrugged a little and lance nodded.

"Sorry I was gone for so long," lance kissed her forehead softly as Dani smiled a little.

"It was your eighteenth birthday, bout time you took a vacation you workaholic," Dani pushed him away as lance chuckled softly as he started to put the groceries that Dani got, away.

"Got any cool pictures of Spain?" Dani asked looking at Lotor.

"Course, it's a beautiful country," Lotor showed her pictures on his phone.

"You should have raik come here for the holidays," lance put away the milk and juice in the fridge.

"Technically he's not allowed in the states," Lotor shrugged showing Dani more pictures.

"Oh and you are?" Lance smirked back at him.

"I haven't smuggled heroine of the Italian mafia through car tires," Lotor said flatly. The room was silent.

"I'm not even surprised," lance rolled his eyes.

"I just haven't been caught with my smuggling," Lotor said under his breath and Dani snorted.

"Yea What have you smuggled?" Dani asked sarcastically.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, and I don't wanna get caught," Lotor took his phone back and kissed lance sweetly.

"Im going to stop by my office, feel free to come over any time," Lotor smiled down at him.

"Okay," lance blushed smiling.

"Lo actually are you free tomorrow?" Lance gasped remembering.

"Always for you love," Lotor nodded.

"We're going to a party," lance winked snapping his fingers. "South side style,"

"And south side style is..?" Lotor asked slowly as he didn't seem as willing anymore.

"No collared shirts, and no nice pants, jeans and a tee, seriously don't wear anything nice, watches too," lance told him smiling brightly.

"Sure, I'll go to the party," Lotor sighed but nodded as lance punched the air in victory.

"Can we go!" Milo asked loudly.

"Absolutely not," lance pointed at the three kids.

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Lotor walked into his building of emplacement as he had his glasses on and a coffee in hand, he still was exhausted from the trip but he had to at least get some updates at work.

He went up the elevator as he passed his employees as he went to his office with a yawn.

"Lotor!"

He did not have enough energy for this...

"Yes ezor?" Lotor blinked turning around to the bright red head.

"Where in hell have you been? Did you change your number again? When I call you I need you, when Axca calls you, you pick up!" Ezor followed him to his office as Lotor had a blank face.

"Is it still relevant?" Lotor asked seeing mail on his desk.

"Yes," she huffed putting her hands on her slim hips of her black jumpsuit.

"What is the information then?" he asked rubbing his face.

Ezor opened her mouth but went to close the door first as she let out a soft breath.

"One of our packaged deal shipments didn't come through," ezor rubber the back of her neck.

"What kind of packaged deals?" Lotor leaned against his desk frowning.

"The one sent from Italy?" She squealed.

"Illegal or business?" Lotor asked flatly.

"Business, it was the shipment of the historic antiques," ezor let out a breath as it wasn't as important as if the police found it.

"Historic antiques? When did we order that?" Lotor made a face shaking his head as he turned to sit in his chair.

"When it turned out it was part of your mother's study..."

Lotor opened his computer as he sent ezor a small glare.

"Where is it then?" He grunted our growing frustrated.

"... you must've been on the plane when I sent you the email sir," ezor walked over as she leaned on his desk pointing to the email in his inbox.

"It's the security footage from the docks from where it arrived," she explained as Lotor saw the video loaded and let it play out.

His men opened a large metal crate as the doors swung open but immediately they were shot in the head one by one as new men came in. Lotor narrowed his eyes as he saw a large buff man walk through and looked straight at the camera. Then shot it.

"What are your orders sir?" Ezor whispered as Lotor looked unfazed but also was to quiet.

"So Zarkon is in Illinois," Lotor leaned back with his right hand under his chin.

"That is disturbing,"

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