Preparation

Preparation

After escaping the media's pursuit, Alvin returned to the Stark yacht and found several vans parked beside it.

Dozens of workers were giving the yacht a thorough cleaning. Judging by the look of things, they planned to replace everything inside that could be replaced.

When Ginny spotted Alvin, she dropped her fishing rod and sprinted over from an empty berth, jumping into his arms. Grinning, she cried, "Dad, Dad, Godfather's going to be a dad..."

Alvin smiled, not quite sure what she meant. He playfully pretended to bite her cheek, then said, "Of course Stark's going to be a dad. But unless the little rascal in Pepper's belly can't wait to come out, he'll probably have to wait a few more months!"

Ginny pinched Alvin's nose, then pointed her chubby little finger at the children fishing on the dock. "It's Harry. Well, we call him Harry now, because we already have a Harry.

"He's Godfather's new kid..."

As Ginny spoke, Nick lifted his fishing rod, holding up a finger-length fish. He kept howling triumphantly at Richard and the boy he'd rescued last night. "Look! Mr. Castor is a master fisherman! Today's just a warm-up. Tomorrow, when we go out to sea, I'll catch a gigantic shark..."

Alvin glanced at the little boy sitting by the shore, absently rubbing the fishing rod in his hands. He could more or less guess what had happened. Pepper had been very warm toward the boy yesterday...

"Hey, Mr. Castor. I hear you've got a new friend..." Alvin called to Nick with a smile.

Nick waved at Alvin triumphantly, then pointed at Little Harry, who was still rubbing his fishing rod. "Yeah, this is my new buddy. Miss Potts adores him.

"He's a genius, but I'm still the best fisherman around. Ha ha!"

Alvin