No One's P.O.V.

Donald Davenport, The Billionaire Scientist, walked into his lab.

Soon, He heard crying.

He walked to the nursery he had built for the three kids he saved from his brother, Douglas.

He looked at the three capsule beds he made and traced the crying to the only girl.

He picked her up.

She was only 2 years old.

"Shh. Breeze it's okay. Shh"

Bree finally stopped crying but soon the youngest started crying.

He picked up the 1 year old boy and looked him in the eyes.

"It's okay Chase. Sh sh sh."

The baby stopped crying and Donald put him down.

He checked on the oldest which was 4 years old.

He was fine.

Donald turned and walked back to his lab.

He told himself one thing.

He'll tell them about Douglas when the time was right.

Their deranged uncle.

Not father.

He was their Father.

So,What do ya think?

Like it? Hate it?

Both? In Between?

Some to that sort?

Any hoo, Bye Prettyys!