Ok, I've been wanting to start this story for awhile, so I hope you all like it. I could not remember the name of Peter's sister, so if you know, please let me know in a review. Also, if you know if I'm spelling his son's name wrong, please let me know. Hope you enjoy, and please review.
Chapter 1
"Happy Fathers' Day!" Chuny exclaimed as Peter entered the Er. The receptionists had decorated the front counter in holiday decorum.
"Um, thanks Chuny," Peter responded politely. He had never been a big celebrater of such holidays. This year had been especially difficult to stomach. It was the first Fathers's Day since he had learned that he was not Reese's biological father. He knew that it meant nothing, he still loved Reese more than anything and nothing could ever change that, but regardless, it changed things.
"Are you and Reese doing anything together tonight?"
"No, I work late. His aunt helped him pick out a present though. And he drew me a picture. That's all I need."
"Oh, how sweet. They're great at that age."
"Yeah, they are."
Peter walked down the hall to the lounge and quickly located his locker. After changing, he approached the counter for a mug of coffee. His mind wandered back to that morning at his apartment. His sister had arrived early to watch reese for the day.
(flashback)
"Happy Fathers' Day." She bellowed as she entered the apartment. She placed a gift bag on the floor as she bent down and began to sign to Reese. "do you want to give your Daddy his gift?" Reese smiled as he lifted the blue giftbag from the ground attempting to hold it up for his dad. Peter smiled and took the sack from Reese's hands.
"Thank you, Buddy." Peter signed to his son as he placed the new picture frame that contained a picture of reese and himself on the mantle. "I love it." He lifted Reese from the floor and looked into his eyes. As he peered into his big brown eyes, he couldn't help but think who's eyes those were. They weren't his. Who was reese's real father? He pulled away after a moment. It was too much to bare. He gently placed his son down on the carpet.
"Um, I work until 7. I'll pick him at your house."
"Yeah, that's fine. But Peter, Roger wanted to see him today. Would that be ok?"
Peter sighed heavily. He still became frustrated everytime Roger requested to see Reese. But could he blame him? He was as much a father to Reese as he was. Neither of them was his real father.
"Sure, just please be done by 7. I'll pick him up then. I have to go. Thanks for everything. Bye Reese." He kissed his son on the head and exited his apartment.
(end of flashback)
Peter poured the remaining contents from his mug and set it in the sink. He exited the lounge and grabbed a clipboard from the front desk. "10 year old boy with arm fracture." He read allowed as he entered curtain 2. "What happened Mr. Jones?"
A middle aged man sat beside the bed in a chair. "Oh, well, Daniel here was trying to cook breakfast for me for Fathers Day, but fell when he was trying to get the pancake batter from the top shelf. He's a great son."
"Sounds like it, Peter replied as he looked down at his patient. As he looked into the young boy's eyes, he was startled at the similarity between the father and son. His son had inherited all of his father's physical attributes.
"Well, let's check that arm out. It doesn't look too bad. But you will have to have a cast for six weeks."
"Awesome!" The boy exclaimed. "All the boys at school will be jealous. Dad, will you sign my cast?"
"Of course Sport!"
Peter exited the room to ask one of the nurses to put the cast on. Why didn't Reese look just like him? Why wasn't he Reese's real father? Karla and he had had a good relationship for awhile. They could have had a son. But they hadn't. Karla had had someone else's son. Where was the man who had Reese's eyes?
He was snapped back to reality by Chuny, "Peter, we need you. We have a MVA. A drunk driver hit a woman and her two kids." Peter hurried after Chuny into trauma 1.
He approached the gurney of the man who had hit the woman. He was a tall, black man. "Hey, can we get some constraints!" Peter bellowed, trying to hold the man down. The man was greatly intoxicated.
"Hey, isn't this the hospital that Karla's husband worked in?" The man mumbled as drool fell down his chin.
"What sir?" one of the nurses questioned. "Sir, you need to keep still!"
"Yeah, I slept with her at her house when he was at work. Dumb bastard never found out, but I think he worked here." The man began to chuckle drunkenly.
Peter had begun to shake. Karla? A doctor from the ER? He gazed into the man's eyes. "Chuny, I'm going to help Mark with the woman." He said quickly as he dashed away from the man.
