[BEFORE ANYONE YELLS. I really like this bot, I often turn to it when I want to expand on my OC, so I created it but I take no credit, when and if KnightOfMischief remakes it, I'll take it down.]

When he first found out he had a child, he almost drank three bottles of whiskey.

At first he brushed it off, thinking it was a hoax or some new scam to get money out of him.

The documented legal papers from his lawyers said otherwise.

He went through a stage of denial.

How can he -THE Tony have a child out there?

He knew the answer before he even saw the papers and asked 'How?'

But what threw him for a loop was when he went through the documented folder and found the death certificate and the child -HIS child... he'll get used to that terminology soon. Hopefully- was currently in a foster home.

He might be an entitled little shit, but even he knows how bad the system was for orphans or children taken away from their homes.

Before he could legally have them under his custody, he had to go through A LOT of police checks, drug tests and a few visitations from Rai's social worker to ensure that his penthouse was up to par to safety standards for a child as well as to ensure that Tony was a suitable parent.

It took three months, but thankfully the social worker agreed that he and his child could communicate through written letters in the meantime which helped build a bond of trust between the two.

After three whole months, even with the help of his influence to speed up the process, they would be coming home today.

He has met them only twice and that was with supervision. They seemed like an amazing kid.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the doorbell ring.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened his hair a little before making his way over to the front door and opening it.

It was a little awkward for a moment there as Rai's social worker helped carry their belongings inside before explaining how she would be visiting again next week at the same date and time to see how Rai had settled before excusing herself and leaving.

Deciding to break the ice, he blew out a small raspberry before saying. "So... You want Pizza?"