Memories
MacKenzie is four, out for a swim with his mother, rushing up through the water at top speed. "Impewius....um. Can't say Wex, Mommy. Not Namor."
"Princeps, sweetie."
"Impewius Pwinceps!"
MacKenzie is eight.
"Sorry, Highness," drawls the exceptionally young Atlantean lordling, only a few years older than MacKenzie, who is clearly trying to sound much older. "We are limiting this game to six players, and we already have six. You would probably be better off at official training, anyway. You're the heir apparent, you know."
"Apparent doesn't count," Mac mutters as he returned to his mother. She promises he can play basketball next time they're up at Grandma Rider's.
MacKenzie is twelve. "Hey, Vincent!"
"Hello, MacKenzie." Vincent didn't look up from his book.
"How about some one-on-one again?" It had been awesome playing with someone closer to his physical level.
"No, thank you."
"...Horse, instead?"
"I am occupied, Rider." Vincent looks up from his book, but only to wave at the girls from the Pep Squad.
"Oh.....okay." Mac slinks off to shoot baskets alone. Again.
MacKenzie is about to turn 16. "Dad? You're leaving the week after my birthday, right?"
"Yeah, Mac, wouldn't miss it. Gonna miss the next one though, I'm afraid. Gonna be a long beat."
"I wanna go with you."
"Whoa. What about school?"
"I've signed up to take the GED day after my birthday."
"Your mom's not going to think that's enough."
"It's all you've got."
"I repeat, you're Mom's not going to think that's enough."
"I'm not collegey like Mom. I'm not regal like Mom, either, for that matter. I wanna go with you, Dad."
"...Okay, but you're going to follow all the rules. I'll help you convince your Mom."
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