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The past month had passed in a blur for Tate. He would wake up every morning, bright and early so that he could get in a quick jog, before he would head into work. He had started spending most nights doing one of two things, either heading over to Naomi's to spend time with Zeke, or he was picking up extra catering jobs around the city with his friends. Naomi had helped him put the word out, he was sober, he wanted to make extra cash because they had a son. It was working so far, awkwardly enough his latest gig had been catering the dinner at Addi's house the night before.
With everything going on, he hadn't found the time to tell Persephone what was going on. He had left notes here and there, attached to little containers that held leftovers, from the catering jobs. He thought she could use for lunch or dinner if she was ever in a bind. The notes were always quick, something about where he was if it was a job, and what time he might be coming home. He generally didn't have time to drop off notes when he was leaving to head to Naomi's, he tended to leave right after work.
This was one of the first days he was getting time alone with Zeke, giving Naomi time to rest. He knew he needed to introduce the little man to the magical world, and he needed to do it before Naomi passed away. Taking him to meet Persephone sounded like a fantastic way to combine both of those things. First Tate and Zeke had popped by Honeydukes to pick up some candy for Zeke, he had been entertained with their chocolate frogs. Tate had a few extra in his pocket to share with Perse once they arrived. They had ended the outing by picking up take away from the Leaky for the three of them to enjoy lunch. He had timed it perfectly so that the pair arrived at Persephone's office just five minutes before she was to go on lunch.
He didn't know if he was allowed to just go up to her office, he had been to the clinic a bunch to see his therapist, but he had never been to visit Persephone. Awkwardly enough, he stood in the main waiting area, with Zeke in his arms, and shot her a quick message to let her know that he was there. He had thankfully learned to balance kid that he had on his hip, his arm under his behind to hold him up, while holding the bag in the same hand. It freed up his hand so that he could continue to hold his phone, to watch in case she told him to just head to her office.