"Mom?" "Yea?" "Where are you from?" "I'm 1/2 Mexican 1/2 British." "What?" Chris asked her, and Joey began to laugh. "You? British?" "Is there something wrong? Last time I checked , you were a bunch of races mixed together..." Chris broke out laughing, and smiled. "How did your parents even meet?" "My mother was an exchange student. She traveled to London, where she met my original father George Lestrade the 2nd." "Original?" "Yeh, I have 2 fathers." "Why?" "Now that I think about it, I'm kind of undocumented!" "What do you mean?" Chris asked, getting more interested by his wife's responses to Joey's questions. "I was born in London. My parents brought me here to New Jersey when I was 3 days old." "Really?" "Yes, then my father's assignment ended, and he had to go back to London, but my Grandmother didn't want my mom to be traveling back and forth London and all over the world, especially since she was only 20 and she had me. So my father told her that he wanted me to have a father, so he gave her permission to marry another man..." "Damn..." Joey said, eyeing the expression on his mother's face. "I didn't know that." "Neither did I, until the day I married your father Joey. After we married, my father talked to Martin and Chris for a while, and my mom walked over to me and told me the same things I'm telling you." "So..." "That's some thing different Aviva..." "I know. But the problem with that is that I have ADHD." "You do?" "Yes, I didn't even know..." "How did you even find out?" "One day, when I was 15, I broke down crying over my homework." "Why?" "I just didn't get it, even though I tried my best to concentrate, I couldn't. I would get lost in my own world sometimes, and when I got concentrated on building, I get mad if you disturb me..." "Oh." "Aviva why did you not tell me this?" "I-I thought you would get mad." "Aviva, I would never get mad at you..." Aviva sat quietly, and Joey sat next to her. Chris did the same, and gripped her hand tightly. "Mom, I have a friend in school, who was ADHD too, but he tends to throw tantrums all the time." "I never did, it was never that severe, but that's the other reason my grandmother didn't want my mom to go with George. I got the problem in my head because of George's genes. I-I just never met my father..." Chris wrapped his arm around her, and she laid her head on Chris' shoulder. "How can that be Aviva? You are the smartest woman in the world, how can you have such a problem?" "Family and Medical problems..." "Why?" Chris asked her, and Joey hugged Aviva.
"I never grew up with anything decent... I got my brother's old clothes, the most decent thing I ever got was the jacket I always wear." "This one?" Chris asked, and Aviva nodded. "I always got my brother's old things. His shoes, his uniforms, everything!" "Your brother?" "Zach." "Varmitech?" Joey asked, knowing very well her hate for Zach. "Yea, he's my brother. My older brother..." "Oh." "I was the middle child, my little brother got everything he wanted. I never did. That's why every year I only wished for your father's kiss Joey..." "Really?" Joey asked, and Chris turned red. Chris ran his hand on her growing stomach, with another baby in it. "Yea, he's the thing I've wanted since I was a little girl." "Man, someone's got an admirer..." Joey teased his father, who was turning bright red. Aviva giggled, feeling a little better. "Well now you have me babe..." Aviva nodded, and kissed his lips.