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That night, Tony was woken up by a loud cry coming from the nursery. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up properly, before he looked down. His lips curved into a smile when he saw you snuggled into his side.

"Stay on your side of the bed, huh?" He asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He moved the covers away and stood up, going straight to the nursery, only to see Alex crying. "Hey, buddy." He murmured, gently picking his son up and carrying him to the bedroom. As he walked in, he could see you woke up.

"No, don't get up." Tony said as he approached the bed and gently handed you the baby. "It's not his diaper. I checked."

You smiled at Tony. "No, it could be his cramps." You looked down at Alex, trying to calm him down. "Your tummy hurts, doesn't it, my love?"You pouted as you looked at him.

What Tony wasn't prepared for was, certainly, the fact that babies wake up at night. Multiple times at night. For a number of different reasons, usually. You and the baby were living in his house for only a couple days and he already forgot what sleep even meant.

He was in the kitchen that morning, along with Obadiah. He was having a cup of coffee, struggling to stay awake. "Tony, are you listening to me?" Obadiah asked while Tony just nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep talking."

"You're not listening to me."

"I'm not. You're right." Tony admitted.

Obadiah chuckled as he stared at him."You haven't been getting much sleep lately, have you?"

"My son, apparently, has the lungs of an opera singer." Tony said, taking a sip of coffee. "Do you even see the bags under my eyes? No, scratch that, there's no place left for them under my eyes, so they started appearing above my eyes as well."

"Ah, the joys of parenthood." Obadiah said, turning the page of his newspapers. "Your assistant said she caught you sleeping in your office multiple times."

"Forget about that. Why are you here?" Tony asked just as you walked down the stairs and caught sight of two men in the kitchen.

"Oh." You looked between Tony and the other man. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Not at all." Tony smiled at you."Y/N, this is Obadiah, my partner. Obie, this is Y/N, my..."

You glared at Tony."Just Y/N will do, Tony." You said before shaking hands with the man in front of you."It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."The man said, looking you up and down in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

Tony approached you, speaking quietly. "Everything okay?"

"Yes. I just wanted to ask you if I can borrow your car. As you know, I don't have any of my cars here."You said, placing your hands in your pockets.

"Sweetheart, you know that you don't have to ask about that." Tony said."But, considering the circumstances... I have to ask why?"

"I just need to pick up something from my house." You replied. "I'll drop Alex off at my parents' house. I'll be quick, I promise." Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Obadiah take his phone out of his pocket and text someone.

"And you absolutely need to go?"Tony asked.

"Yes."

Tony licked his lower lip as he looked at you for a couple moments. "Straight back here, you get that?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry."

"Great. I'll show you something. Obie, I'll be back in a few."

"Of course."

"What do you have to show me?" You asked Tony as he led you upstairs and towards his bedroom.

"As you know, nobody could come over to prepare the guest rooms."Tony said. He smiled as he intentionally left out the detail that he never bothered to contact his maids about that question. He liked having you in his bed. "And since you'll be staying here for a while... " He led you into his walk-in closet. You never really went in that room, so you looked around the numerous expensive suits, clothes, watches... everything he owned was just screaming luxury.

You glanced at Tony in question."What am I looking at?"

Tony gestured at all the empty spots."I moved some things away and made space for your things. You can put your clothes here, as well, but please color coordinate them. I have a thing with-"

"Tony, everything you own is black."

"That's not true. I have a couple white shirts in the back." He said before looking down at you. "So, what do you say?"

You took a deep breath. "Tony... I think this... whatever this is, it's moving too quick. I really appreciate the efforts you put into protecting Alex and me, and how you try to make me feel welcome and at home here, but... I can't accept this. I mean, I'm basically living here, sleeping in your bed, now I'm supposed to share a closet with you- I don't think it's a good idea. But thank you... "

"No, it's okay." Tony mumbled out."It's okay. The offer stays, though, and whenever you feel comfortable, just... yeah. I don't want to pressure you into anything, Y/N. I'm sorry if this came across that way, but it wasn't my intention."

"It's okay." You smiled at him. "I'm going to get Alex ready."

A couple hours later, you dropped Alex off at your parents' house and went straight to your house. Currently, you were in your bedroom, the open bag on the bed while you piled your stuff inside. There was a knock on the door and you hurried downstairs to check it out.

As soon as you opened the door, you came across two men dressed in black. You gulped as you looked at them, the feeling in your stomach telling you something was wrong. You tried closing the door, but one of them was quicker, basically slamming the door open. Immediately, you went running towards the back door. At the end of the hallway, you grabbed the small table, knocking it over to slow them down. The vase on it shattered on the floor while you ran away. You didn't get far before one of them pulled you by your hair, smashing your face into the wall.

Everything went black and you fell straight into his arms, unconscious.