Present Day

George had been accepted to go to Sky High University, where heroes were made and villains get rich. At least that's the brochure seemed to say... So he was getting dressed in a comfortable red t-shirt that complimented with his beige skin tone, with the 'Pizza Planet' logo promoted in white. His tight jeans had a hole, exposing his right knee when in place, and he put on black socks with a green 'Puma' logo stitched on them, followed by grey sneakers, covering all but the entrance just below his ankles as he tied the laces into a bow.

As George examined his reflection, his green apple eyes targeted his jet black hair to comb back. His parents, meanwhile were downstairs having as quick a breakfast as they could. Which amounted to a big mug of freshly brewed coffee each. "Mmm!" Jackson hummed with approval. "You haven't made coffee this good for months." Mira set her cup down and stood right beside her husband and rubbed her hand along his firmly strong arm.

"I've requested some time off, about two weeks," she smiled. "That's my good news." Jackson turned to look his wife in the eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist and back.

"That is good news," he purred with a smirk, making her smile too. "We can go to the beach, enjoy the sand, the sea, the sky..." His hand cupped Mira's butt cheek, groping it in his wriggling fingers, which made her smile a wee bit bigger.

"Jack..." she chuckled, taking his hand off. "Stop... Not here." She walked to the stove and began making breakfast.

"Honey, we haven't had a day to ourselves for what seems like forever," Jack said, holding her shoulders. "We deserve it..." Mira couldn't help but smile as she felt their love, even after 18 years, burn like a warm fire in the fireplace.

"Go get the big man, would ya? He's gonna be late for breakfast. Never mind school."

Mira watched as Jack left at her request, calling up to George. "Hey, big man! Come on, you're gonna be late!"

Not one second later, George replied, "Coming, pop!" And he slid right down the wooden railing, landing right next to his dad.

Jack folded his arms. "How many times have we told you not to do that? You could hurt yourself."

"I'm fine, Dad. Really." Jack patted his kid's shoulder before they hugged. Three seconds later, he gently shoved George towards the kitchen.

"Get in there, tiger." The boys went into the kitchen and sat at the table.