Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

The next day,

Archie is the first person to wake up in the morning. He walks up to the bathroom and does his business before entering back inside his room. He feels calmer after having the hot water run through his body.

He dries his hair with the towel and dumps it inside the bin after having it soaked in water. The thought of cooking breakfast with his father flashes through his mind and he rushes with what he is doing so he could go fetch his father.

He hadn’t been that eager before to stay close to his father. He picks up the hand dryer and blows the hot air in his hair as he fantasized about what he’s going to cook with his father.

After cladding in grey sweatpants over a green baggy top, he walks out of his room and takes the hallway that leads to his father’s room.

Getting to the door, he didn’t bother to knock, he hit the doorknob and enter the room uninvited. He sights his father sleeping with the bed scattered as if he fight against thousands of armies on his bed.

“Het up man!” Archie screams in his ear. Mr Gordon quickly jumps down from the bed and holds the pillow in self-defence against the intruder.

“Oh, my God!” Archie burst into a peal of weird laughter as he couldn’t believe his father would be that foolish to hold a pillow in self-defence.

“What’s wrong with you boy?” Mr Gordon groans and falls back on the bed when he realised that the intruder is his beloved son, how sweet of him.

“Are you seriously going to fight with a pillow? What are you?” Archie laughs, joining his father on the bed.

Mr Gordon sighs, “What do you want?” he asks, turning on the bed as he no longer feels sleepy, thanks to his son.

“Are you fully awake?” Archie asks the obvious question and Mr Gordon rolls his eyes dreamily at him.

“All the sleep has vanished from my eyes, all thanks to a certain person.” he groans as he stands up from the bed.

“I’m glad that person succeeds in waking you up.” He chuckles and rolls under the duvet.

Mr Gordon holds the hem of his shirt and pulls it off his body. “Are you hear to watch me get dressed?” he glare at his son who is busy counting his packs.

“8 packs. Oh, my! I only have four.” he gasps.

Mr Gordon smirked boastfully “That’s what makes me your father.” he moves his hand behind his neck, so his son could have a proper look.

“I wonder if Auntie will like it.” he scoffs. The look on Mr Gordon’s quickly disappears the moment Archie says that.

“Hey, you know nothing about adults okay, you’re just a kid!” A devilish smirk smugs up his face. Archie rolls his eyes and covers himself gently with the duvet.

“Whatever. Just go into the bathroom and wash. We need to cook.” he says, shutting his eyes as he decides to have a quick nap.

“Cook? Why are you telling me that? You should go say that to your Aunty.” Mr Gordon twists his lips to one side as he stares amusingly at his son.

“I feel like being in the kitchen again and I want to cook with you.” He protests. “Or do you want me to walk up to Auntie and tell her that you like her?” Archie says, standing up from the bed, pretending to walk up to the door.

Mr Gordon quickly pulls him back and put his palm together. “I will be back now, don’t go anywhere. We will cook breakfast together,” he says and rush to the bathroom to have a quick bath.

Minutes later,

Mr Gordon fixes the apron properly on his body, after doing Archie’s own first. “You should put on the hand gloves and stop staring at me.” he groans at his son who wouldn’t stop smiling at him.

“Is it just me, or you are getting more handsome?” Archie asks, sliding two fingers under his chin.

Mr Gordon stops what he is doing and walks behind Archie. “Of course, I’m getting more handsome, every day.” he beams with a smile as he takes out the ingredients for the waffles from the cabinet.

“You should see the look on your Auntie’s face the first time she set her eyes on me.” Mr Gordon says proudly. He wipes the counter with a clean napkin before settling the ingredients on it.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“He he,” Archie laughs as he watches his father plug the waffle griddle for preheat. “Let me help with the help.” he jumps down from the stool and picks up a small bowl.

“Why do you want to prepare breakfast with me?” Mr Gordon asks, he picks a mixing bowl and combines the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.

“Because you are fun to be in the kitchen.” Archie shrugs his shoulder and starts to whisk the eggs together.

Mr Gordon’s lips part in a beautiful smile. “Blushing is for ladies, but I don’t mind becoming a lady for you today cus I’m blushing.” Mr Gordon joke and they both erupt in a peal of laughter.

“Do you know the first time I made a waffle, dad called a cop on me, and I was detained for 12 hours.” Mr Gordon chimes while shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“What the… Why did he do that?” Archie asks, trying hard to hold his laugh. He is bound to hear the full gist and laughing will make his father stop telling him the gist.

“Well, I didn’t know there’s anything like a waffle maker.” Mr Gordon stop talking, he clear his throat so he could make a clear speech. “I decided to fry it but I didn’t know the maximum temperature for the oil. I waited for 30 minutes before pouring the waffles inside. Then, the kitchen catches fire.” He whines loudly.

Archie drops the butter on the counter, moves away from his father and laughs wholeheartedly until when he feels better. “What the hell were you doing?” Archie yells as if scolding his little brother for doing something unspeakable.

Mr Gordon rolls his eyes. “Stop making a big deal out of it. Shit happened decades ago and everyone is over it.” He laughs and wipes a dropping tear that drops from his left eye with his thumb.

“You were an awful cooker.” Archie groans before going back to the egg he is whisking.

“What about you, slashing your finger while chopping the vegetables?!” Mr Gordon yells in embarrassment.

“What?” Archie laughs shortly. “I’m just 13… Well, almost fourteen.” he giggles.

“What’s the difference? I was also thirteen years old then.” Mr Gordon fire back at him.

“Seriously! Well, you started the trait.” Archie stick out his tongue at him.

“Yeah, whatever.” Mr Gordon groans and blows some flour on his face.

“What the hell! My beautiful face?!” Archie screams, letting his hands slide off the bowl. “Did you realise what you just did?” He groans and wipes his hands with the napkin.

“Next time you will learn how to speak…”

Archie picks up the bowl, jumps up and splashes the whisks eggs on his father’s face. “See who’s talking.” he smiled in victory as he watches the shock on his father’s face.

“Oh my, mine!” Mr Gordon screams. “Do you know how long it takes me last night to get this cute face done?” He whines and picks up a frying pan to check out his reflection.

“You shouldn’t have done it either, how do you want me to look Auntie in the face with this powder-filled face of mine.” Archie cries, stumping his foot on the floor as he speaks.

“Then I will have to ruin everything.” Mr Gordon yells, he picks up the bowl and rushes up to Archie.

Archie tries to run away but a pull from his father takes him back to his former spot. Mr Gordon dumps the remaining flour on his head and drops the bowl on the counter.

“This is what we call ‘sweet revenge’ you should see your face in the mirror.” Mr Gordon laughs, bringing the frying pan closer to Archie’s face to see.

“This is just a frying pan, not a mirror. Do you even go to school at all?” He rolls his eyes and grabs the frying pan from his father.

“You shouldn’t make mouth when it comes to school stuff. Should I mention the school I attended from elementary school to the university?” He smirks as he walks up to the fridge and grabs two bottles of milk. He hands over one to Archie who is still busy cleaning his face.

“The school you attended has nothing to do with your intelligence.” Archie laughs as he has a glimpse of his father’s face in the frying pan.

“Are you saying I’m not intelligent?” He gasps in surprise.

“I don’t think so.” Archie laughs and shakes his head, letting the flour drop from his hair.

“Having fun without me, huh!” Mr burst in angrily, taking the guys in surprise.

“Hey, what are you…”

Melanie snatch the milk off Mr Gordon’s hand before he could say ‘jack’ Melanie run towards the door just so she could escape with the milk.

She steps on the egg on the floor and falls flat on the floor with the milk splashing on her face.

“Sweet revenge!” they both say in unison and start laughing at Melanie who refuses to get up from the floor, because of the shame she feels.