Chapter 9
Bambi protested, “The space fortress was something Mommy stayed up all night making for your
“Mommy’s space fortress was junk! It already fell apart! Niamh made me a new one, and it’s the best Beau boasted as his face brimmed with pride.!
Bambi clenched her little fists at his words
She and Beau had both seen how Elara stayed up late working on their craft projects. Why did Beau treat their mother’s hard
work like it was nothing?
The truth was, Elara didn’t want to push herself so hard either
She had once paid the household staff overtime to help finish Beau and Bambi’s craft projects. However, the staff had reported her to Ethel
“The reason we allowed a Hawke University genius like you to marry
into this family y wasn’t so you could shirk your duties.
Elara. Your only job is to dedicate yourself fully to raising the Fisher family’s heir. 1
“Beau’s future is your life’s work. How dare you delegate his homework to the staff?” That was what Ethel had said to her.
While the household staff clocked out at the end of their shifts, Elara was expected to keep working late into the night to complete her children’s extracurricular tasks as the mother
Bambi held tightly to Elara’s hand as they walked away. Elara didn’t spare Beau a glance when she passed him.
isn’t Beau simply craned his neck, peering down the road while muttering under his breath, “Where’s my space fortress? Why is it here yet?”
ay into t
the school, and d some curious kids stopped to ask why he was still
Parents and children passed him on their way
standing at the gate.
Beau patiently repeated to each of them that he was waiting for his magnificent space fortress. (1
This craft project was part of the kindergarten’s Little Environmental Guardian presentation event. The teachers would select the best works from each class, and the children with outstanding projects would have the honor of presenting onstage in
the grand auditorium.
Their kindergarten events were always extravagant, even attracting reporters from the Capitol Children’s TV Channel to cover the presentations
Beau had never been knocked from the top spot ever since starting kindergarten. This fueled his determination to always be number one in everything.
Niamh finally arrived on her modified motorcycle. Its roaring engine was echoing through the open school gates
Beau quickly ran toward her. He had always thought Niamh looked incredibly cool on her bike. But today, he couldn’t care less about her motorcycle.
“Why are you so late? Where’s my space fortress?”
Niamh removed her helmet and tossed her soft, loose hair over her shoulder “I brought your space fortress!”
She lifted a large cardboard box that was over three feet tall from the back of her motorcycle
Beau was thrilled. He grabbed Niamh’s hand and rushed into the school just as the class bell rang
Panting heavily, Beau realized this was the first time he’d ever been late to kindergarten. But the thought of Niamh’s space
fortress securing him first place made him care less about missing out on a perfect attendance star
“Beau, why
are
you late?”
Bridget’s gaze shifted to Niamh, and a flicker of disapproval was evident in her eyes
The space fortress was too big for Niamh to carry over.” Beau quickly explained as he made up an excuse for her.
Noticing the stack of “Outstanding Work” stickers in Bridget’s hands, Niamh extended her own hand. “Give me one of those ”
“What?” Bridget barely had time to react before Niamh snatched a sticker from the pile
Niamh then slapped the sticker onto the bright red cardboard box after peeling off the backing
“What are you doing?” Bridget exclaimed “Every student’s project must be voted on by their peers before receiving an Outstanding Work sticker.”
Niamh brushed her hair off her shoulder with flair. “No other student’s project can possibly compare to Beau’s space fortress!
“I heard the TV crew is already in the auditorium. To preserve the awe and amazement of seeing the space fortress for the first time, Beau’s project must only be revealed on stage in front of everyone!
Niamh turned to Beau while clutching the cardboard box tightly. T’ll hold onto the space fortress for now. When it’s your turn to present, I’ll bring it to you on stage.”
