Surprise
"Dad, I've been wondering something," a blond boy spoke to his father, both walking at the same pace along the Goma Highlands roads. The boy kicked some dirt and rocks up with his boots while awaiting his father's reply.
"Yes, Matthew?"
Matthew took this opportunity to halt his advancement, staring directly at his father now. "Why isn't Mom allowed to come to the cabin?" After all, he hadn't seen Jenna in at least half a year.
Isaac stopped his movement as well, only turning towards his son and staring down back at him. He bit his lip. Was this really the sort of thing to tell your sixteen-year-old son? It wasn't like he was afraid of Matthew telling his friends or anything...but just the fact that it was awkward as all get out for even anyone remotely close to you to hear this very precious secret of your being. He contemplated for seconds more before coming to a conclusion: he'd tell.
He led them over to a large rock, motioning for his son to sit down and when he did, he himself took the seat next to the younger blonde, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He sighed.
"Matthew, there's really no easy way to say this..."
Matthew listened intently as his father began relaying certain events to him, spanning from the time when Jenna first visited them in the cabin - and now that he thought about it, it had been a year after he and Isaac had moved to the cabin, and his parents were never really together that often - to the time Garet finally moved in with his son Tyrell to when he told his son that Jenna wasn't going to visit them there anymore. Matthew nodded as he remembered all of them respectively and once the same question found its way into his brain again, he asked it.
"So, why can't she come here anymore?"
"Well..." Isaac rubbed the back of his neck tenderly, awkwardly, and glanced away from his son. "Like I said, there's no easy way to come about telling you this..."
"Dad, just tell me," his son demanded, and it was so shocking to Isaac to hear this from such a quiet, young man (much like he had been when he was his age, he reminisced) that he had to stare at him disbelievingly for a few seconds. Then, he sighed and brought his hand away from his neck.
"Okay," he complied, though hesitantly. He took in a deep breath. "Do you remember when Garet first moved in with us here, and he and I had to share a room?"
Matthew nodded slowly, hoping this wasn't where he thought it was going -
"Things led to others," Isaac continued without stopping for fear of being unable to say more if he did so, "and Garet and I grew...much closer than we ever had been before. I sort of hope the same goes for you and Tyrell, as well."
The young Adept's cheeks heated up and a nauseating feeling grew in the pit of his stomach as he thought of just what his father might've been talking about, though he already had a feeling he knew.
He stood up then and walked away from Isaac with so much confusion that the only thing he was sure of was that he wasn't going to see his mother anytime soon.
A/N: This is what happens when I try and write more chapters. I am so SO sorry. The bad part of my brain needs to stop functioning for a day or two.