17 years

The gentle giant caressed his girlfriends face, as he looked lovingly at her. Her swollen belly held their first child, but he was unsure if they would be able to take care of their child while still being on collage. He had come to the decision to ask his wife to call the couple of friends that had gotten married and had a stable home. It might be the best chance their son got at a future.

"I hope they will take our child and give him the life we can't." the man said as he gently caressed her belly.

Biffy

It was obvious since he had been little, but he tried to ignore it. His parents we intelligent and made sure he was as well, giving him private lessons and teaching him from a young age. This advanced education enabled him to see the world much more clearly than most children his age. Thus the signs became more obvious and as much as he wanted to ignore it he couldn't do it any longer. The the fact that he was built like a bear and nearly as tall as one as well, plus the fact that he had black hair and both his parents were extremely short and had lighter hair.

So it left him with two possible choices, but the one of them was a bit far fetched, even for him. That being said, the first option is that he is a genetically engineered human. In a sense that could work out, again, pointing to his ability to gain and maintain his muscle. His intelligence was also a factor there, since the only other people as smart as him were the geeks. His second option seemed much more likely, but it was the worst between the two options. He was adopted.

That would explain his height and his hair colour. It would also mean that his parents lied to him by omission, which hurt him quite a lot. Biffy growled as he gathered his evidence and walked downstairs to their dining room where his parents sat. They both looked at him and went back to whatever they were doing before he cleared his throat.

"Mom, dad... The past few days I have gathered evidence that suggest that I am either a genetically modified human or I am adopted." He said, slightly afraid of continuing. "I checked your blood-types and compared them to mine and it's impossible to get my blood-type, so I just need to know. Am I adopted?"

A pained expression met his gaze when he looked at his parents, his mother had tears in her eyes. He knew it right away, he was adopted. He didn't care that they weren't his biological parents, they at least loved him and took care of him. He did wonder about his biological parents though, who were they? Why did they give him up for adoption?

"I feared you would one day ask us this..." his father began, but hesitated to continue. "I am sorry Biffy, but we are not your biological parents."

"I couldn't have children..." his mother began to cry. "It's not your father's fault, we tried and tried, but we just couldn't."

Biffy walked over to his parents and hugged them both, a small smile on his face. "It's okay ma, I was just curious that's all."

She smiled sadly. "Your such a sweet boy."

"Thanks ma."

"Your parents are a couple of scientist, they went to collage with us. We graduated before them, but kept in contact with them. A few years later, after I discovered I couldn't have children, your mother called me. She was panicking because she was about to give birth to a boy and she and her husband hadn't settled yet. They were newlyweds, and didn't have enough money to take care of a baby.

"One thing led to another and 2 months later I adopted the most adorable boy ever. Maddie made me promise that I would at least give her updates on you and how you grew up. She loved you when she first saw you, and it hurt her to give you up." His mother explained.

His father took out an album from the bookshelf near them and paged in in until he found a picture. There stood a giant man and a petite woman, smiling at the camera. Biffy could see the features he had gotten from both of them, but frowned when he realised his mom said she was still in contact with his biological mother.

"Thanks for being honest with me mom, I guess I know why I am so big now. I mean mom, did you see the size of that guy?" he said with a chuckle.

He parents tried to laugh, but he could hear the strain in their voices and the sadness in their eyes. "I still love you guys no matter what. Even if your not my parents and adopted me from some weird couple, you're my parents no matter what."

7 Months later

On his way home, Biffy notices that there were multiple cars parked in front of his house, more than one of which were police cars. His mind instantly went into overdrive as he thought of each possible scenario that would lead to these cars being outside his home. None of those scenarios were pleasant at all, and he silently prayed that nothing bad had happened to his parents.

His heart raced faster and faster as he neared the house, hearing voices of people talking inside. He strained his ears to hear what was being said, but he only managed to get bits of pieces that made his heart pound even faster than he had thought possible.

"... they died in an explosion." "Biffy Tawilager Goldstein's parents died." "Only one survivor…" "... needs to live with relatives…"

His heart seemed to drop the farther and farther the more he heard, so he just needed to know what happened and open the door. Looking inside, he saw his parents sitting on the couch , holding each other for comfort. His mother looked close to tears, and his father's face was grim, a stark contrast to their usually cheerful nature. The pieces slowly fell together when he realised they said that his parent's died. His biological parents had died, but who was the survivor and what did they mean by live with relatives?

"Sweety… We have some terrible news." his mom said softly.

"Biffy sit down please." his father asked.

Complying with his father's wishes, he sad down on the larger sofa opposite the police and the social worker. Turning to his father again with a curious face.

"What's going on?" he asked, uncertainty in his voice.

The officer seemed to realise that they had trouble telling him and sighed. "Son, two months ago an explosion killed your biological parents and sister, the only survivor was your little brother."

"The boy has been in a coma for at least a month and a half before he woke up last week. Vlad Masters tried to get custody of the boy, but since you are his biological brother and you have a family, the court thought it would be best if he was put with you, that is if you accept the responsibility Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein."

Biffy didn't know how to react to what was just said. On the one hand, he didn't know his real parents, so their deaths really didn't affect him all that much, but in a way it is going to affect him now. He had a little brother that had just been orphaned, and if he is right, than he would be staying with them from now on. He didn't mind getting a little brother, in fact he always wanted one, but not under these circumstances.

He didn't know how old the boy was, but it didn't matter because he had lost everything dear to him and now he was being thrust into a group of people he doesn't even know. Only a piece of paper saying that one of those people was his brother. He realised that he hadn't said anything for a minute after they gave him that little piece of information.

"Where is he now?" Biffy asked softly.

"He's in your room." His mother answered.

Biffy nodded and got up, walking to his room. He didn't know what to expect, he didn't even ask his name or age before he left the living room downstairs. What would he say? How would he react to finding out he has an older brother? Growling at himself, he shook the thoughts from his head. 'No, I am the only person he has left. I need to look out for him, it's my job as the older brother.'

Opening the door, he saw a small boy with bright blue eyes and raven black hair sitting on his bed clutching a teddy in his arms. He was possibly only 5 or 6 years old. He looked up at Biffy , his blue eyes looking into Biffy's own. Realising he still had his contacts in, Biffy turned around and removed the coloured contacts so the boy could see his blue eyes. The boy's eyes lit up, seeming to recognize the blue eyes when he turned back.

"Daddy?" he asked.

"Uh… No, sorry kiddo. I'm your big brother."

"Oh…" the boy said and looked to the ground. "Did mommy and daddy send me away because I was bad?"

'They... They didn't tell him? H-how was I supposed to tell him this?' It made Biffy angry, but he kept his facial expression calm. He smiled sadly at his little brother.

"No buddy uh.. mommy and daddy went to heaven."

"B-but why would they leave me and you here? why did they take Jazzy and not us?" he asked, tears forming in his eyes.

Biffy knelt down in front of him. "Sometimes, they have to do things we don't like to make sure we grow up to be good people. They didn't mean to hurt you…"

His brother nodded.

"You're not going to leave me like mommy and daddy and jazzy did are you?" he asked sadly

"No, I'll never leave you kiddo." He said with a bright smile on his face.