Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"I do apologize for the wait, Mr. Carter," the man greeted as he held out his hand as he walked toward Aron and Tazia. "Yet I was in a meeting that ran way over..."

"I understand, Mr. Robertson," Aron said, shaking the man's hand. Something he was going to have to teach Henry how to do. He didn't want his son accidentally crushing a person's hand if they didn't have superstrength or skin like Tazia's or his own.

"How about we head into my office, and we can discuss business," Robertson said, directing their gaze to his open door. "Now, Mr. Carter, let's get right down to it, shall we?"

"From our call a week ago, you wanted to inquire about some of my armor for your own police force," Aron stated, summing up their conversation from a week ago.

"That's right after I saw the video one of my aids took of your presentation at the expo. I knew, as many I'm sure are dying to get their hands on that armor of yours if our police force had such protection, our losses would steadily decrease. I know your own city, you deal with villains coming in and causing havoc for the populous," seeing Aron nod, "and if that Void character shows up again but bent on harming the masses. I know he helped bring down the former members of The Sovereign Crusaders, yet who knows what he'll do. Anyway, I know if we had that, and should he or anyone else think to harm my city, I want to be prepared, and I don't want to send my people to their deaths given the powers everyone has these days." Tazia's reassuring touch on his left forearm and gently squeezing it kept him from showing how annoyed he was at that moment.

"Sure, my factory is fully up and running; you'll have to put in your order; however, given the backlog, the wait time is close to three months," Aron said, not apologetic about it. "Yet I guarantee you, Mr. Robertson, our vest will hopefully be the only one you need."

"While I was hoping to get in before anyone else, but I can't blame them if anyone in civic power got there before me. However, I can wait three months," Robertson said before hashing out the details of their contract. After ten minutes he and Tazia were politely ushered out of the man's office.

"Hey, Dad," Aron spoke into his phone the moment the man's door was closed behind him.

"Hey, son, how's it going? How's Fides?"

"Good, made another six hundred thousand in three months," Aron said, hearing his father whistling over the line. "Fides is fine; I might need you or Mom to babysit the kids when Veil isn't watching them. Aminah and Tazia want to have dinner if the maintenance on their base gets done quickly. Also, I need you to write up a contract with the City of Fides and my company detailing the sale of five hundred vests. Have it sent to the Mayor, and he'll send it back to us."

"Oh? So all that noise I've been hearing at night. I take it they want more babies?"

"Dad?!" Aron groaned, running his hand down his face at his father's laughter.

"Sure, you know your mother, and I don't mind watching Henry or Nettie. I think your mother spoils her rotten."

"Oh, I know she does," Aron grumbled.

"Sure, son, I'll have it mailed out Thursday."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Don't thank me yet; you haven't seen my bill yet."

"Veil? Where are you taking us, this isn't the way back to their base," Aron stated as he noted they were going north instead of west.

"Tazia asked for my help, so I thought it was a good idea," Veil answered. For at that moment, Tazia pounced on Aron; her camera could be heard zooming in.

"You've been fucking teasing me all damn day," Tazia said heatedly as she hungrily tore at Aron's lips. "I know we're expected back soon, but not before I get what I need," she uttered breathlessly as her hand ran down Aron's increased chest from his workouts. Heat flooded her womanhood as she thought back to when she watched him working out in the trainyard. Where he was doing a horizonal cable fly with three stacked flatbed train cars. She could feel her juices starting to drip as she thought about how knotted his muscles were as he tested his limits. Her tongue rolled in his mouth as her fingers lowered the zipper of his pants. "I want this," Tazia ravenously said as she reached through the opening and hunted for his growing rod.

"Just listen to how wet I am for you, baby," she purred as she ran her finger along her slit after she had pulled her panties to the side after she had fished out Aron's phallus. "All for you," Tazia moaned out as she glided along his length. Her breath shuttered when she impaled herself on Aron's manhood. Her hand pressed down on Aron's chest as her hips rolled forcibly along his pelvis. Reaching back, watching Aron's eyes roll into the back of his head when she began to fondle his balls while he was hilt deep in her. "Come on, baby, I know you want to unload that hot spunk into me, do it, baby, cum deep inside of me," she whispered seductively as her lips teased his own. Wiggling her hips side to side to make sure his swimmers found their new home while he was still lodged inside her, albeit shrinking at the moment.

"Tazia, you will find the air freshener in the bottom middle compartment. I put it there since I thought this might happen with father," Veil said, seeing the white goo starting to ooze out of Tazia's cunt as she eased off Aron's cock. She watched it all.

"Thank you Veil, we can't have Aminah smelling us together," Tazia said as she straightened out her clothes before retaking her seat.

"You're ovulating, aren't you?" Aron asked, making sure her sex didn't mar the front of his suit before he zipped up. Hearing and feeling the engines switching out of their hover mode, they were hovering oversome skyscraper's roof they were using.

"Maybe," Tazia answered with a coy smile as she crossed her legs as Veil piloted the van back to the Crusaders' base.

"Welcome back, Mr. Carter; as you will see, I highlighted what we need to focus on now and what can wait," Aminah said as she held out her tablet to him. She eyed her sister hard. She noted something was off with her. With all her siblings and relatives knew how to block her out if they wanted to, which Tazia was doing at that moment, and it made her suspicious. Very suspicious.

"How did they do?" Aron asked as his eyes ran over the list Aminah had compiled.

"They will do fine. Someone will have to come in every so often to make sure they aren't slacking off. However, it has been made known that if that were to happen, you would be the first to know. Although, we might have a problem," stepping closer to his side so no one overheard, "you remember Emily?" Aminah inquired low, seeing his eyes flickering up to say he did. "She seems far too fixated on Nightshade, and I don't want it to hinder our work here."

"Hmm... I'll talk to Nightshade," Aron said, handing Aminah's tablet back to her. "I'll authorize any overtime your team needs to get the base up to yours and my standards," he said; it wasn't lost on him of the silent staring war that was happening between his aunts.

"Good, then that means you will live up to your promise, aren't you?" Tazia and Aminah asked as one, giving Aron their best adorable face they could muster.

"Yeah, like I'd stand you two up," Aron uttered as he moved around them. Speaking with Emily and the others, offering them a lift home if they care for it. Having a word with Emily that it was fine to pine for someone, just when she was on the clock, she cover her interest and not to allow it to hinder her work. Once they were in the air, dropping off those who took him up on his offer, Aron had Veil fly the van to the restaurant he had chosen earlier.

Chapter Two

"Hello?" Aron answered the line when Veil told him he had a call.

"Hey." Aron instantly perked up when Sara's voice came over the lab's intercom.

"Hey, what can I help you with?" Aron asked, saving the progress he's made in his little experiment.

"We have a mission."

"I'll be in the air in ten minutes," Aron said, quickly shutting down his station and hurriedly walked to the changing room. Telling Veil to inform Aminah and Tazia where he was going as he quickly suited up. The black material of his mask moved down his face as he walked towards the elevator. Inserting the nano-tube key into the slot, and headed down to level three. His eyes ran over his HUD as Veil went over the systems of his new suit. A suit he made in mind of a reading he'd detected a few months ago after his encounter with Banshee. The leather of the seat squeaked as Aron sat down on the armored anti-gravity bike, like the rest of his new vehicles, watching the readout on the screen as Veil synced up to the bike's on-board computer. Hearing the power converters for the laser rife and bazooka cycling on as the weapon systems came online. Telling them he would be safe as he peered up as the floor above him slid into the wall. Reaching out, catching himself on the handlebar of the bike as his portion of the floor began to lift upwards.

"Come home soon; don't make me wait weeks to see you like back in the 40s," Jill said, blowing him a kiss when he nodded before shooting down the tunnel.

Her light brown hair swayed in the wind that cut through the city's skyscrapers. Her brown eyes held an excited light to them, given how they were centered on the weapons that were sticking out the front of the bike he was on as it came in for a landing. The lights that ringed the knee-high wall danced along the fabric of the suit he had given her. At first, yes, she was embarrassed to be seen in such a revealing outfit; however, as the months grew, now she was just giddy that she could be practically naked for Aron eye's only.

"I do hope you're going to give your partner a crash course on how to operate this thing, right?" Sara asked with a coy smirk as her eyes ran over the bike.

"Depends on if the mission requires it," Aron retorted as he climbed off the bike, noting the other agents that stood off a few feet away. So he knew she couldn't greet him like she normally did when he arrived in such a manner.

"Oh, it most certainly does," Sara stated; she was not about to miss out on trying out the bike. "Void, those weapons on the front of it, are those the same ones I saw when we were in Germany?"

"They are," Aron answered as he followed after her as she entered the stairwell. Answering the two behind him questions they asked him as they climbed down the stairs. Mostly, it pretaned to 'the output of his rife and bazooka. Greeting the few agents he knew as he strolled through their command center. Taking his seat as he watched how Sara closed the blinds and picked up the remote on the table.

"Good morning, Void; thank you for coming in so quickly. A situation has taken place in the South American country of Misee. Seems the people there are, finally, I hope, taking a stand against the primary kingpin that's ruled the country from the shadows. Anyway, the people there are looking to take back their country; however, we, the government, can't be seen interfering with other country's internal affairs. You, Void, can do what we cannot. I know this isn't what you signed up for, yet without some type of military force, they will lose badly, and the man will only tighten his grip on the country. This is why I have asked, along with the President, for you. We understand how you operate; moreover, sometimes, we agree with the force you use. So do what you must to insure that a peaceful transfer of power is seen to," the General said as his image was displayed on the screen.

"And who is this person you want me to take out?" Aron asked, arching an eyebrow behind his mask as he stared at the man.

"Diego Mortoria, a man we know for certain that was at the meeting that Banshee attended so maybe you might find something out about the Collector while you're there."

"Very well, if we're to make it before the party starts, then we need to get in the air," Aron said, getting to his feet.

"I pray for your success," the General said before cutting their link.

"So, fill me in on this thing," Sara said as they stood in front of his bike, as she buckled her holster belt around her waist. Nodding along when Aron told her how it was like flying his former jet bike before it had exploded. "Hop on, I'm driving," she stated with a broad grin as she nodded behind her once she was sure of what did what. "I'll be in contact once we reach Misee airspace," Sara said as she peered at her subordinate as the engine powered up to its optimal range. She noted the jealousy in her men's eyes as she switched the bike from its hover mode to its flight mode before she and Aron shot off.

Sara's hand rested on Aron's right bicep as, her fingers pressed against her ear as the agent for the region filled her in on the current intel they had on the worsening situation. It was taking longer since her contact was having it told to him in Spanish and having it translated to him. However, she knew they were going in hot, given what she could already piece together. Watching how Aron checked his weapons as she brought him up to speed. A wicked grin was on her lips as the glow of the bazooka and rifle played along her face as she did a fly-by, feeling the bike lifting up in the back once Aron had jumped off.

Fireballs roared to the sky as the two of them quickly made short work of the man's main defenses. Sara was thankful for the shielding Aron had placed around the bike. She knew without it a few times she knew she would be just another body on the ground as she watched him just tearing the man's guard apart as she flew around the parameter of the man's compound. Tossing down grenades, taking out stragglers who thought they could escape their punishment. Bringing the bike to a slow when. Aron radioed that he had a massive heat source only to be informed that it was a group of people, men and women, young and old had been locked within the metal shipping container the man had locked them in. Blowing a hole in the wall with the remaining power the bazooka and rifle had, closest to where the container was stored.

She watched from high above as Aron directed those people toward the hole she had made. Seeing him firing off shot after shot as, she did to as the man's guards tried to stop the people from escaping. However, they were cut down quickly by Aron's laser pistols or her own, she even waved to the children who waved up at her as they crossed the property line. She was about to bring the bike down for a landing when Aron entered the man's mansion, only to fly around the back when she caught movement from the inside. Her thumbs pressed the button to fire the bazooka and rifle, yet they hadn't fully recharged enough to be functional, and her own laser pistols that Aron had given her on their first mission together wouldn't be able to take down the helicopter that the man was running towards. Nevertheless, she needn't worry as Aron used the flag pole he had torn off as a spear impaling the pilot to his seat along with the helicopter's hydraulics fluid poured out onto the helipad. Sara watched as a wire shot out from his left wrist and wrapped around the man.

"I'll meet you there," Sara replied when Aron radioed her that he was going to leap to the town center to display the tousled-up man in his grasp to the townspeople so that word would spread that the man was no longer in power. A smirk was on her lips as she watched how he leapt to the roof and then began to run up it until he reached the peak of the roof before he leapt skyward. She wondered how he was dealing with the screaming man howling in his ear as she followed after him.

The town center was a hot bed just waiting to explode into a full-scale riot. Nonetheless, the man's power had the army at the ready as they were poised to open fire on the helpless masses. All looked up as they heard what they thought was a woman screaming, only to see a black dot growing closer to them, and the screaming only grew louder as that dot did. Everyone shielded their eyes and noses from the dust that billowed up around Aron when he landed. Only to have the sound of choking piercing the cloud.

"Gentlemen, I think you need to stand down," Aron said from the depths of the dust cloud he had caused. "Unless you think you can stop me," he stated, stepping out of the cloud. Seeing the men shouldering their weapons, and pointed them right at him. Even heard the sound of a tank's turret, albeit from forty years ago yet a tank no less. Reaching back, he saw the horror on their faces when he bent the barrel of the turret ninety degrees. "But I don't think you can, not when I have the man that pays you right here," Aron spoke, tossing the man at the feet of the enraged populace. "Yours and his rein of terror here is over," he uttered, pointing up, watching how they peered up only to drop their guns when Sara had them dead to rights as her pistols were trained on them.

Aron ignored the joyous cheers that were playing throughout the town as word spread that they were finally free from the man's evil rein. Squatting down, feeling the wire biting into his left glove as he pulled and sat the man up to face him at the same time.

"I want everything you have on the Collector," Aron said heatedly. "Talk, or I'll hand you over to them," he threatened, turning his head to peer at the very people he terrorized. He had Veil translate every word the man rapidly spoke and had her cross-reference what intel he had on the villain. Rising to his full height when what he had said corresponded with what they had, he saw the man's frightened look in his eyes as Aron gave the man to the angry mob. He watched how Sara brought the bike down to the left of him. They didn't say a word as he climbed onto the back of his bike. Feeling her hand resting on his own when, he slid an arm around Sara's waist.

"You know you could stay," Sara said sweetly. The sheet she had wrapped around herself flapped in the wind as she stood on her balcony after their love making once they had gotten back from their mission. She hadn't told him yet that she was pregnant. No. Not yet, not when they had more missions to go on, more locations to be alone at. Time she wasn't about to give up with him. Still, she knew she had to tell him, and soon before, she began to show.

"I would, but Nettie knows when I'm not home and makes a huge fuss if I'm not there in the mornings," Aron said truthfully.

"Hey," reaching out just to touch him a bit longer, "you know, this would probably be better if I just moved in with you. After all I am the woman that's going to marry you," Sara uttered as her fingertips danced down his right arm. "And who's better than I to be your wife, Aron," she mouthed his name.

"I don't know, I know four others that would disagree with you," Aron said, smiling behind his mask.

"True, but you know I'm the best," Sara said, sticking her nose in the air.

"Well, the moving in... you'll have to discuss it with..."

"Already have," a sneak grin appeared on her lips, "had to ask you, so how about it? Don't you want to fuck this every night?" Sara asked, holding open the sheet and showing off her well-sexed body to him.

"They... said that?"

"Mmmhmm," Sara hummed as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "I mean, after all, it is still your house. You do get a say in who gets to live there," she cooed coyly, wiggling her eyebrows at him as she kept her enticement up.

"How about three nights a week just to see if you can handle living in that kind of environment permanently. I just don't want to harm Henry or Nettie if we tell them you're moving in just to turn around and walk out in a month. That's not good for them, I hope you understand my reasoning," Aron said, seeing her going over what he had said in her head.

"I can understand that," Sara nodded. "And I know how fussy Nettie can get, and I'm in agreement that isn't something anyone wants to deal with in the morning," getting a firm nod out of Aron, "with the babies, your reasoning is sound; I know a few people who have kids of their own who wouldn't just dump their partner into their lives without letting them get used to the idea. So count on me showing up tomorrow night and staying until Friday," she said sternly.

"Oh? Starting on family night, huh?" Aron mused.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it... plus, I have something I need to tell you..."

"You're pregnant, yeah, I figured that out," Aron said, holding up his right hand. "The suit sensed another biosignature near me, and since we were in another dimension, that couldn't be. So... baby, huh?"

"I swear I was going to tell you; I just didn't want to give you up until I had to," Sara answered in a small voice with her head bowed.

"But you are taking care of yourself, right?" Aron asked, to which Sara nodded very vehemently.

"Taking the vitamins my doctor prescribed, eating healthy, reading a lot of baby books," Sara stated, listing off everything she has done since learning that she was indeed pregnant. "Plus, plus, don't you want us close to you?" she asked, resting her hand over their growing baby.

"Yeah, never said I didn't," Aron retorted, keeping the fact that she was ordered to get close to him. Although the spying on him had stopped and their goal changed, he wasn't foolish enough to not keep an eye on the NSA. "You know he might not inherit any powers, right?"

"So? We'll love him nonetheless," Sara said sweetly down to her stomach. "Night Void, fly safe," she uttered as she backed away from the railing. Her eyes followed after him with longing until the darkness of the early morning cloaked him from her eyes. Her smile followed after her as she entered her bedroom. The sound of the rollers was soft on the air as she pushed it closed.

"Papa!" Jill squealed as she rushed towards him. Laughing when she felt him catching and stopping her all at once when she leapt at him. The sound of her slippers resounded on the floor when Aron set her down. Her violet eyes quivered as Aron pulled off his mask, ruffling his auburn hair as he did. Reminding her so much like the man that gave life to her. However, that didn't stop her from latching her lips onto his once his mask was gone. Her tongue rolled within his mouth as she got the first kiss in.

"What are you doing up this late?" Aron asked once he had come up for air.

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come down here and hang out, as Issy says, with Veil. We were pondering on when you would come home," Jill answered as she sank into the hug she gave him which Aron returned. "I'm glad it wasn't weeks like in the 40s. I don't know how I would handle being away from you for so long," she said as she backed away.

"Oh, I'm sure you were watching my approach to the base," Aron said offhandedly as he walked towards the changing room.

"True," Jill mused, grinning like mad as she hurriedly followed after her father. "Mmm, just look at those muscles," she purred as her eyes ran down Aron's developed chest. She wasted no time shimmying down her pajamas and panties and stepped out of the pile of clothing. "Dad?" Her voice caused Aron to peer over at her. His blue-green eyes watched the fall of her bra and t-shirt to the floor when Jill released them from her grip. "Why don't you come over here and fuck your daughter against the lockers," Jill stated, lightly patting the metal door of the empty locker she was standing in front of. She knew who it once belonged to. Henry. She wondered how her brother was going to take the news that their father from another time was going to fuck her against his locker.

"Jill, can't it wait? I'm tired," Aron sighed.

"Nah-uh," shaking her head, "I need you now, right now," Jill said, patting the locker door. "This is where you're going to fuck me," she uttered sternly.

"Oh? Am I?"

"Mmmhmm," Jill nodded.

"Why not that locker?" Aron asked, pointing over that was Isabel's locker. Arching an eyebrow when Jill shook her head.

"No, this one," Jill stated once again, patting the locker door.

"Why that one?" Aron inquired as he took off his jet boots and set them on the bottom of his locker.

"This one was Henry's and I..."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Aron cut in when he saw the sadness in her eyes. A sadness that wouldn't go away no matter how much he tried.

"So... take those underpants off and get over here and fuck your horny daughter," Jill said, feeling a chill run throughout her body as her bare back pressed against the metal door. Her 36c breasts began to tingle when Aron's underwear fell to the floor. Her mouth watered as she watched his cock hardening. A gasp escaped her lips when he unceremoniously lifted her off the floor. She hooked her legs around his arms, feeling how hard his biceps were against her calves as Aron held her aloft. Her lips plucked at his as her free left hand moved through the space between them as she sought out his hard cock. Her eyes held a hunger in them as she took hold of his hard meat stick. Her eyes fluttered as she ran his bulbous head through her wet labia before she sighed in bliss as she lowered herself onto his rod. "You like that, don't you, Daddy?" she asked, her tongue licked the corner of her mouth as her tightness produced a moan out of Aron. "I think you do..." Jill's squeal resounded when Aron hammered into her. "Mmmhmm, just like that, fuck me just like that," she panted, resting her hands on his shoulders as she allowed him to do all the work since she knew he was vastly holding back, and she didn't want to distract him when he needed his focus. "Oh God, yes, Papa, yes," Jill screamed out as she orgasmed.

Her hips ground against his. Her tongue rolled, teased, taunted his own as she milked his cock. Loving the feeling of his hands on her ass, she always did. However, that was normally when they had doggie as her father called it. Nevertheless, she was so enjoying this younger version of her father. Namely his strength. Now, as she glided along Aron's slick rod, watching how the heat of her womanhood was getting to him, adding a bit more force to the roll of her hip, tightening her folds as she did, the predator in her came out at the moan that escaped his lips. Her hands pushed back on his shoulders until she felt the metal of the locker. Biting her lip as her hands danced up her stomach, cradling her orbs, rolling her hard nipples between her fingertips before pressing them together to give Aron a show. She thought, as his wife, she should give him her all; anything less, in her opinion, was insulting to the spouse.

"That's it, Papa, give me all that hard cock gots; you know my pussy will willingly drink it up," Jill panted, locking her legs around Aron, her folds tightened dangerously on his cock as she felt the first signs of his eruption. A warm smile was on her lips as her fingers brushed through his hair Aron breathed heavily into her neck as he still held her aloft. She would never grow tired of feeling his seed leaking out of her, nor when is was doing so when he was still inside of her. "Nah-uh, Papa," she stated, tugging on Aron's hand when they were on the first floor after cleaning her scent from his body. "Tonight you're mine, all mine," Jill cooed, pulling him towards the stairs to the basement where her bedroom was when her original one was now being used by Troy.

"Oh?!" Aron mused, curious as to how she got Tazia and Aminah to give up a night, which was not something they normally did.

"Mmmhmm," Jill hummed. "They always get you, I'm your wife, and a wife needs her own alone time with her husband," she said as she led him by the hand down the stairs.

"You know you can always join us, right? You did know that, right?" Aron spoke from behind her, causing her to stop on the stairs she was on.

"No, didn't know that. Before you know..." Fighting back a sob, she continued, "what happened? Mom was strict on who you went to bed with to sleep, not sex. So it didn't cross my mind, but since we're already down here, no sense of going back up!" Jill exclaimed with a broad smile on her lips and renewed her pace down the stairs.

Aron was in the middle of taking off his socks as he sat on the edge of Jill's bed. His eyes glanced up, causing him to stop when he took sight of what Jill was wearing. It was far too modest; if he went off what the other female members wore to bed, he would say what Jill was wearing would be something only a nun would wear given how it was snow white and not a mar on the white nightgown that flowed down her body before coming to a halt around her calves with a slight sway to the hem of the nightgown.

"What?!" Jill asked, growing a little embarrassed with how Aron was staring at her, feeling her face ripening at the same time.

"What are you wearing?" Aron inquired, confused.

"A nightgown; surely you have seen one before, Papa," Jill uttered in a small voice as she looked away, glancing out the corner of her left eye, noting how Aron's eyes hadn't left her body.

"Yeah, I have, just none like that," Aron stated, gesturing at her with his hands. "Where did you get it?"

"Lyla found this place that makes reproductions of clothing from the 40s, and she took me to it," seeing the surprise in his eyes, "for a moment, it felt like my time until it was time for us to return home. Yet she showed it because I..." Jill's words were stilled in her throat as Aron just hugged her and pulled her close to him. Her arms moved on their own feeling his concern and worry for her as he lightly rubbed her back. She didn't tell him it was the same kind of nightgown she would always wear when she would climb into her father's bed when their mother was visiting some relative of hers that she had never, or at least she couldn't remember, met before. "Now you get in that bed," Jill said, pushing herself away and pointing at her bed. "So where did we leave off, hmm?" she asked with a coy smirk on her lips as she hovered over him once they had settled over the covers.

The next morning...

"So this is where you were, mphf!" Tazia stated angrily with her arms crossed as she stared down at the two of them when she came down to wake Jill since it was their day to make breakfast for the family. "You can stay down here then!" she huffed as she spun on her heel and marched up the stairs.

"Oh, she's mad," Jill said, she just couldn't understand why Tazia always got possessive of her father. Seeing how they all shared in their family, she just couldn't understand why Tazia or Aminah got upset when Aron slept away from them.

"No, she's just annoyed," Aron grumbled, ruffling his hair as he sat up on the bed. The cover and sheet slid down his chest as he did so. "She's just upset that when I got home, I didn't tell her."

"Well, you go back to bed; it's my turn to help cook. I'll come get you when it's all done," Jill said, placing a kiss on Aron's right cheek. She knew the moment she was done with breakfast, she was going to roll around in her sheets just so she could smell his scent while alone so she wouldn't be judged by the others.

"Alright, you convinced me," Aron said tiredly as he fell back onto the bed.

"Love you, Papa," Jill said as she stood on the bottom step before she flipped the lights out.

"Love you too." Jill's snapped to her right when she heard Aron say those words. Her eyes quivered, and her smile grew as his words settled in her heart. A hum emanated from her lips as she continued up the stairs.

"Tazia, I'm sorry, I kind of kidnapped Papa last night, I just wanted..."

"Oh Jill, I'm not mad at you. Just a little peeved that I didn't get to welcome Aron home like I normally do," Tazia said with her back to Jill. In reality, she was just mad that she wasn't the first one that got the first dicking when he came home. "Now come watch the eggs while I whip up some waffles," she directed, moving away from the pan.

"Sure, Tazia," Jill stated, glad her niece wasn't mad at her. She noted how Tazia gave her nightgown an enquiring once over before she went to work making the batter for the waffles from scratch. Her eyes lit up when Tazia was following her mother's recipe as she watched how Tazia measured out the ingredients. It wasn't lost on her that Tazia had this knowing smirk on her lips when she caught her looking.

"I hope you like honey," Tazia stated offhandedly as she opened up the top cabinet across from her and pulled out the small honey bear that was almost empty.

"Love it, why?" Jill asked, plating the two sunny-side-up eggs that were in the pan and placing them in the oven that was keeping the rest warm before she cracked another two eggs into the pan.

"Because that's how I make my waffles," Tazia said, squeezing the last drops of honey out of the bottle, watching them fall into the batter before she tossed the bottle away. "It's the same with my pancakes since the batter is the same. It's the only thing I do to your mother's recipe," she spoke in a motherly tone, lightly bumping Jill's shoulder. Recounting how emotional Jill was when she first woke up from her cryosleep, her mind finally caught up to all that she had lost due to her six decades within the capsule that was keeping her alive and her mutation controlled.

"Then I can't wait to try it," Jill replied happily.

"Jill, get the sausage out, the links, not the patties; that's for Thursday," Tazia instructed once Jill had placed the last of the eggs into the oven to keep warm.

"Mmmkay!" It felt so much like when her parents were still alive, helping out in the kitchen like she used to do with her mother.

"I hope you planned on cleaning up the changing room after breakfast; you left a puddle on the floor; Vera wasn't happy to see that this morning. I think she's just mad you got the fucking she wanted," Tazia stated, winking at Jill, who blushed madly when the refrigerator door closed.

"I promise I'll clean it once breakfast is over."

"I'm only teasing you," Tazia giggled. "Veil already took care of that an hour after Aron got home. That was my punishment to you for hogging Aron to yourself. If you need space with Aron, that's fine; Aminah and I understand. We are his wives, you know," winking once again at Jill, who grew even redder as Tazia continued, "I understand the need to have your own time with him. Yet all I ask is that when Aron goes out on his own. That when he returns, we will all be there to welcome him home. Okay?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it like that. It wasn't until last night that Papa said I could have joined you guys," getting a nod from Tazia as she plated the fresh hot waffle before adding another ladle full of batter to the hot iron after spraying it with cooking spray, "that didn't it even crossed my mind. Mom was strict on who Papa could sleep with to sleep, not for sex."

"Ah, well, now you know, so if you're ever up again when Aron comes home, you bring him to our room, alright?"

"Sure, Tazia, I'll keep that in mind," Jill nodded as she rolled the links a quarter.

"Morning, you two," Noah yawned as he walked into the kitchen dressed in his suit, ready to tackle the day.

"Morning, Grandpa," Jill answered, getting a giggle out of Tazia when how uncomfortable Noah was when he addressed him as such.

"Here, Noah, I know you have to leave soon, so you got ahead and eat," Tazia said, holding out the plate she had made up for him.

"Thanks, Tazia," Noah said, "and where's Aron?"

"My bed," Jill answered, grinning down at the links.

"Oh? He came home last night?" Noah asked in surprise. He had grown used to his son being gone for days on whatever mission he was on at the time.

"Mmmhmm, got in a little past one-thirty last night," Jill informed him.

"Good, then I can stop worrying about him," Vera said entering the room dressed for her day in the office.

"Is that really going to happen?" All four of them turned to look at the speaker, only to find Aron standing in the doorway holding Nettie. Walking over to the high chair and placed her into it.

"Of course not, you're my baby; I'm always going to worry," Vera said, her heels resounding in the kitchen as she walked across the room and opened the cabinet that held the baby food. Nettie was the only one who was strictly on it, while Henry had advanced to solid food permanently. While Tazia missed the feeling of Henry suckling on her, just not when his teeth began to come in, she did miss the feeling of feeding her child. Vera could relate to her sister, she too felt that way when her own children had progressed in their food choices. "Here, I know she wouldn't be up this early if she wasn't hungry," she said, holding out the jar and small spoon to her son.

"Thanks," Aron uttered, taking the items from her as he was talking to Nettie with his mind. While he would normally do so aloud, he didn't need them listening in as he made his daughter laugh with the images he was thinking.

"So, Aron, what are you going to do today?"

"First? Go back to sleep. Second? Eat. Third? Work in the lab," Aron answered, making silly faces in his mind to get her to eat without sending the jar flying across the room when she was in a fussy mood. "How's that case going?" he asked as he scooped the portion that escaped her mouth.

"Going into mediation, something I'm happy about; otherwise, if it went to trial, my client would lose badly," Noah replied before taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Jill, go shower and change so you can eat breakfast before we leave for the office. I'll finish up with the rest," Vera said, lightly rubbing her aunt's back when she stepped up to the stove.

"Bye Daddy," Jill purred as she waved to him as she walked past him. "Bye, Nettie, keep an eye on him for me, will you?" she called out to her younger sister, who replied in her mind that she would.

"So any hope that we'll be seeing more of this Talon character?" Vera asked hopefully.

"Probably not," Aron lied; he was just messing with his mother. Yet what Jill said was true; once the Collector was gone for good, this time, he would slip back to being Void if he had a need to.

"Aron can't you just try being a hero just for a week, please?!" Vera pleaded with her son as she spun around to face him. "You haven't been out as Void in months," not realizing he had just done so not a few hours ago, "why not show the city that a hero like Talon is what they need," she said, praying her son would finally put that way of life behind him and become the hero she knew her son was.

"No, I am Void; Talon is just a cover," Aron said, wiping Nettie's mouth and chin clean after she had finished her jar. "Plus, I only wore the suit because Jill needs it for now..."

"Well, I need it too; what about me, Aron? I'm your mother, shouldn't my need to be fighting crime beside you matter?!" Vera stated passionately.

"I'm not a hero, Mom; how many times must I say that?" Aron asked, annoyed, having to repeat the same phrase over and over again. Smiling down at Nettie as he lifted her out of her high chair.

"But you're my hero, doesn't that matter?!" Vera asked, quickly plating the sausage so they didn't burn and talking to her son before he snuck out of the room. As the last link rolled onto the paper towel she heard that telltale sigh of her son's.

"Fine, I'll give you a few days, few-as in two days," Aron said before leaving the room so he could nap for an hour before Henry would wake up. He knew now that she'd been fed, Nettie would go back to sleep the moment he put her back into her crib.

"That's something!" Vera called out after her son with a very happy smile on her face. Throughout their breakfast, after seeing Noah off for the day, everyone noted the pleased, happy look on her face. Kissing her children, who were at the table, goodbye as she and the others prepared to leave for work.​