By the time the beginning of October rolled around, I was sitting pretty, or at least I would be in the near future.
21 Million, that was how much money sat in my bank account, and although I wished nothing more than to wipe it clean and store that cash in my inventory, I knew better than to leave a paper trail that could be spotted a mile away.
No, instead, I settled on allowing that money to grow. With a 4.5% rate of return on the savings account, by the time I turned 18, I would almost triple my money.
Sixty-three million dollars, if everything went well, by 2010, I’d be well on my way, yet I had a sneaking suspicion that things wouldn’t go according to my plans.
With 80 percent of his savings account mysteriously vanishing, my father was surprisingly calm, even when he was venomously attacked by Amanda’s verbal assaults daily.
I’d like to say it was my doing, but on that front, I had nothing to do with it. By making my father believe what he was doing was correct, he took over from there and stated the money was always meant to be used on his children, and by setting up my bank account early, he was relying on me to handle things.
These words of encouragement caused me to go wide-eyed because my father had NEVER put that much faith in me, and yet here I was at one year old, almost 2, still crapping my pants and eating mush for meals, and he had enough faith to strip away 80% of his multi-million dollar savings.
It was honestly a little concerning, but I shrugged it off; the man was known for being overly spontaneous, so I figured it was just another shred of evidence proving this fact.
For the entire month of October, my family was on edge, and I don’t just mean my household; with the birth of a new Jörgensen looming, my grandparents, aunts, and uncles were going nuts in preparation.
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The spare bedroom, which used to belong to Riley, was transformed into a newly painted and fully stocked baby room for Brenden; diapers and formula were purchased in excess; hell, without ever seeing the light of day, Brenden amassed more toys than I after 21 months of life had accrued.
Having gone through intense labor with me, Amanda opted to check into the hospital early, without waiting for her water to break, and for the better part of the last few days of the month, I was left at home with Deeana, that is until the day came, October 26th, at 8 pm, Amanda finally went into labor.
Naturally, I was supposed to be at home; however, I had been having weird feelings all week, as if outsiders were watching us; thus, using my Talent, I weaseled my way into the delivery room and, after being sterilized, was set up with a playpen in the corner of the room.
Usually, this would have been an absolute NO-GO with hospital staff, but the 33 Particle Potions in my inventory created an exception to the rule.
It was tiresome, and I was subjected to HOURS of Amanda’s screaming in pain, but there was no way I would let a helpless Brenden be born without my supervision.
I had always been one to trust my instincts, and when they were screaming that something was wrong, I wasn’t about to take any chances, especially since there was no way of knowing whether or not I’d have a second chance at this life if something bad happened.
Memories of the future or not, this was my little brother we were talking about, and as midnight rolled by, changing the date from the 26th to the 27th, I knew his birth was upon us.
’ok, I’ve refilled my PC to 110 points; luckily, since I keep doing this, my body has somewhat adapted to the oversaturation of particles, so I don’t bloat up anymore.’ Completely focused and with my head on a swivel, I scanned every inch of the room and made sure to check the faces of every staff member who came in, ensuring there were no strangers involved in the birthing of my baby brother.
’Something is wrong, but I can’t figure out what…’ I thought with eyes narrowed as I played with some stacking blocks in my playpen.
On the other side of the room, my father nervously messed with his camcorder *Hand camera for shooting videos for you youngins*, while a team of nurses and a doctor continuously prepared for the birthing.
’I gotta say, if there were ever a time for our enemies to strike, it would be now, when Brenden is utterly helpless, not to mention I don’t doubt it would be an effective way to push the timeline for them.’
Calmly playing with my blocks, I covertly tucked one of my blankies against the pillow in the corner of my playpen, hiding my personal preparations from prying eyes.
That’s right, I was packing heat under a baby blankie and a pillow, well maybe not heat, but I had the dagger obtained through the Event Quest’s reward ticket.
By no means was it a grand weapon; hell, it could barely pass for junk in my eyes, one step up from trash, but it was still better than nothing and sharp enough to easily slice through a decently thick leg bone with enough force applied behind the strike.
I was by no means an expert with bladed weapons; if anything, I was ’alright,’ a far cry from Brenden, who could practically use anything as a weapon with his intense strength, but that wasn’t to say I didn’t know my way around a blade.
Suffice it to say, although it wasn’t my main weapon of choice if push came to shove, I was no slouch.
Still, I couldn’t help but recognize that I was limited in my fighting ability due to my age, size, and weight; it would be a task if I weren’t able to catch my opponent off guard, especially if it was someone well known from the future.
As the hours ticked by, I became increasingly more on edge until finally, at 5:03 am, the cries of a newborn baby filled the room.