Fourteen

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[Poseidon didn't get up to go to work Monday morning, spending most of the day in bed. His headache had finally started to cease since the other night, and Chelsea used it to her advantage to stay out of school.

"Dad?" Chelsea said crawling onto the bed beside him and moving his arm from his face. He responded with a grunt, straining to open his eyes. She curled up beside him. "You have to take me to school."

"Take the bus."

She looked him over. He'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days, sleeping more than he was out and that wasn't Poseidon. She didn't like seeing him weak in any way. She laid her head down against his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady.

"Dad, come on. Let's have breakfast."]

Nice to own your own firm. Can do what you like. Nice to sleep in for a morning, though I will miss flirting with the secretary. She's got a nice set of legs.