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Pierre had put away some boxes. It was nicer to have a bigger apartment. Will was growing pretty fast. It would probably last him till he was twelve then he would ask for a bigger room. Will's current room was much smaller then the room that Pierre have at Vega mansion. Then again that was the room they all had shared. Pierre didn't bother with magic. He didn't really use it anyways. He set a box down and knew that he probably should check on his son. The pink haired man walked to the door that Will was on the other side of. He notice the boy crawling all over the bed that he had just made. Pierre rolled her eyes. "Will don't mess up your bed. I just made it." Pierre did most of the household chores and tutored his own wife so he wanted the rooms to stay nice.

Pierre sighed. At least he listened unlike his mother. Jasmine was out and it was just the boys in his house. Pierre looked at the boy and then out the egg. He didn't understand why his son had that thing twenty-four seven. At least it was probably better than him smoking or something. The man softened his glaze at the boy. "Will are you hungry? What do you want for lunch? An omelette?" The teenager joked. It probably wasn't the best think to joke about.

Pierre followed behind his son. He got his personality from his mom alright. When he was going up his sister would pull him over her lap and beat him. One thing was sure. He was glad that he wasn't under his sisters rule anymore. He was number three on the pecking order in the at house. "William." The man scolded at the kick. He then continued to the kitchen and pulled the fridge door open for his son to look inside. There were a lot of basic food items. Eggs, cheese, some pineapple, vegetables, milk, condiments, ham, and bacon. Pierre didn't want to get things that wouldn't be used fast. He could make a lot of food with what he got. "If you don't want an omlette I can make something else." He told him.

Pierre got what his son wanted. He pulled out the items requested and he put them on the counter before pulling out a pan to cook it in. We'll the pan warmed the adult turned to his son. He grabbed two glasses and set them on the counter then took out the milk and orange juice. He then put it in front of his son so he could pick the one he wanted. Pierre went back to the fridge and took out some ham and green onion to put in his own omlette. He quickly cut up his ingredients. "Are you sure that is all you want?" He asked about the boy and his cheese.

Pierre noticed his son wanted a drink and he had finished cutting. "Give me a sec." The teen told his three year old son. Pierre cracked some eggs into a bowl and quickly whisked it. He then poured into the pan. It was a large pan. He would probably give his son a quarter of the egg so he didn't eat too much. He then walked back to the juice and poured it for Will. The pink haired man then handed it to his son. The man stopped and patted the boy on the head. "You're not such a bad kid if you don't count the darn egg." He said then gave his son a kiss on the cheek. It was then that Pierre poured himself some milk and returned to the pan to watch the egg cook.

Pierre looked his omlette. "Jasmine what do you want on your part of the omlette." The man asked as he thought of side dishes to make. He wasn't going to be one of those parents that let their kid only eat on thing. The make pulled out a could of apples and cuts Will's so he could eat it properly. He then walked to the bread drawer and pulled out bread for toast. He placed two in and then put the butter and jam on the table. He was on top of everything. "Oh. Welcome home. He was being good for the most part." He added remembering he forgot to stay that. Before putting the toppings on his and Will's half.