Disclaimer: I don't own Love Never Dies
It doesn't matter to me who produced the seed that made him. I don't care that he bears the face of the man who made my wife impure. I don't care about that at all. It doesn't matter that he has brown hair and I am a blonde. It is of no consequence to me that he is not mine biologically. He is my child. He is my son.
It was me who saw Christine through the morning sickness rubbing her back when she could not keep her head out of the toilet. I was the one who held her hand during the labor. Mine were the fingers she nearly broke when she crushed my hand during a particularly horrible contraction. I was the one that saw his tiny head emerge from the birth cannel. I was the one who cried with Christine as she gave that final push bringing our son into the world. He is my child. He is my son.
I was the one that selected his name along with Christine. Gustave was named after my father. Christine wanted his middle name to be Erik. I know I should have put my foot down right there but I just could not. So Christine and I named our son Gustave Erik Vicomete De Changy. I knew from the instant I saw him that he was not made from my seed but I also knew it did not matter. He is my child. He is my son.
I was the one that nursed him through fevers as a child including scarlet fever when he was 6 weeks old. I was the one to hold him through the night sometimes when he couldn't sleep. I was the one who dried his tears when he had to get a shot at the doctor. I was the one that took his place when he had gotten himself into a scarp. I was the one who always loved him. He is my child. He is my son.
He is my son and I love him even if he is not my biological son