Disclaimer: I don't own them...life sucks.
A/N: Sorry if the story sucks. I thought it was pretty good. Or at least
the best one on my computer. This is like my 7th attempt at fanfiction,
so.uh.yeah. Just review it and tell me what you think.
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Wow. A whole three years. Three years since I left that dump that one *might* call a hospital. I call it the best thing that ever happened to me. The place where I met the love of my life, my best friend, actually. all of my friends.
But it's also the worst because it's the place where I lost him. I left because he did. He left to go play 'jungle doctor' without saying anything. That really pissed me off. I know he was angry and upset with me for the whole incident at his Gamma's funeral. Hell, I was angry and upset. But that night he told me to leave him alone. I knew we lost the whole thing right there. I know I always told him to leave me alone, to run away, but he knew I never really meant it. But that night, he meant it.
It scared me to see him that way. With all that anger and hate in his eyes.
Then he left.
So I left.
And now I'm here. In Boston. It wasn't until I got here did I find out I was pregnant. It was difficult, but I knew I wasn't gonna get an abortion. Not with Carter's child. He's almost three. Just a couple more months to go. And of course I'm lucky enough to have my little boy look exactly like his father. Dark brown hair to match his dark brown eyes. That adorable, goofy grin.
Brandon Carter Wyczenski. I had to do it. Name him in some way after his dad. After all, he was the most important man in my life. But now the most important "little" man is Brandon.
But I think it's about time for them to meet. Carter may hate me, but he needs to know his son. First, he needs to know he has a son. Then they can get to know each other.
I gently stroke his hair. He loves that. Carter used to like it too. "Brandon. Sweetie, it's time to get up."
He moans a little baby moan and his eyes flutter open.
"C'mon, baby. I've got a little surprise for you today."
He looks at me, gives a little yawn, and says "really?"
"Really, really. But you gotta get up and get ready." With that, I get up and head to the bathroom and start a bath for him. I see him slowly make his way to me, his pajamas and hair are equally rumpled. "Brandon, we need to go a little faster than that." I say with a laugh.
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"Mommy, where are we going?" I look in my rear-view mirror to see my energetic little boy trying to get comfortable in his car-seat. He's got a sippie-cup in one hand and M & M's in the other.
"Sweetie, um, we're gonna take a little trip. to, uh, Chicago to see a couple of my old friends."
"Why?" I knew this was coming.
"I just miss them. And I wanted them to meet you."
"Why?" Damn, he's like two. Isn't he a little early for the 'why?' stage.
"Because you are very special, Brandon." I look in the mirror again and he's smiling.
A couple minutes later we pull into the airport parking lot. Brandon's never been here before so he's looking all around, trying to see everything all at once. "Mommy!! Mommy! Look!" I glance at the huge airplane taking off down the runway. Well, at least he isn't bored.
Don't forget to review...
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Wow. A whole three years. Three years since I left that dump that one *might* call a hospital. I call it the best thing that ever happened to me. The place where I met the love of my life, my best friend, actually. all of my friends.
But it's also the worst because it's the place where I lost him. I left because he did. He left to go play 'jungle doctor' without saying anything. That really pissed me off. I know he was angry and upset with me for the whole incident at his Gamma's funeral. Hell, I was angry and upset. But that night he told me to leave him alone. I knew we lost the whole thing right there. I know I always told him to leave me alone, to run away, but he knew I never really meant it. But that night, he meant it.
It scared me to see him that way. With all that anger and hate in his eyes.
Then he left.
So I left.
And now I'm here. In Boston. It wasn't until I got here did I find out I was pregnant. It was difficult, but I knew I wasn't gonna get an abortion. Not with Carter's child. He's almost three. Just a couple more months to go. And of course I'm lucky enough to have my little boy look exactly like his father. Dark brown hair to match his dark brown eyes. That adorable, goofy grin.
Brandon Carter Wyczenski. I had to do it. Name him in some way after his dad. After all, he was the most important man in my life. But now the most important "little" man is Brandon.
But I think it's about time for them to meet. Carter may hate me, but he needs to know his son. First, he needs to know he has a son. Then they can get to know each other.
I gently stroke his hair. He loves that. Carter used to like it too. "Brandon. Sweetie, it's time to get up."
He moans a little baby moan and his eyes flutter open.
"C'mon, baby. I've got a little surprise for you today."
He looks at me, gives a little yawn, and says "really?"
"Really, really. But you gotta get up and get ready." With that, I get up and head to the bathroom and start a bath for him. I see him slowly make his way to me, his pajamas and hair are equally rumpled. "Brandon, we need to go a little faster than that." I say with a laugh.
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"Mommy, where are we going?" I look in my rear-view mirror to see my energetic little boy trying to get comfortable in his car-seat. He's got a sippie-cup in one hand and M & M's in the other.
"Sweetie, um, we're gonna take a little trip. to, uh, Chicago to see a couple of my old friends."
"Why?" I knew this was coming.
"I just miss them. And I wanted them to meet you."
"Why?" Damn, he's like two. Isn't he a little early for the 'why?' stage.
"Because you are very special, Brandon." I look in the mirror again and he's smiling.
A couple minutes later we pull into the airport parking lot. Brandon's never been here before so he's looking all around, trying to see everything all at once. "Mommy!! Mommy! Look!" I glance at the huge airplane taking off down the runway. Well, at least he isn't bored.
Don't forget to review...