As Sam walked into the door of his apartment his phone rang. All he could think was I was just about to go to sleep.
"Sam Seaborn." He answered not in the mood to talk.
" your son was involved in a car accident. He's at GW right now." Said the man on the other end.
"I'm sorry but you're mistaken but I don't have any children." Replied Sam.
"Well you clearly do your listed as the father on the birth certificate." He said back.
"Okay can you at least tell me his name?" Asked Sam running his hand threw his hair.
"Graham Seaborn." Replied the man on the other line.
"Goodbye."
"Bye."
Sam hung up and immediately called C.J. if Graham really was his son this was going to be press nightmare.
….
"Umm, I'm looking for the room of Graham Seaborn." Sam said to a nurse at the front desk.
"Room 307" Answered the nurse not looking up from the computer. Sam just nodded.
"Thank you." He said still nodding. Sam took off down the hall he was checking the room numbers looking for 307. As he found the room he looked in room and saw a young boy no older than 8 with messy red hair and he immediately knew who his mother was, Cara Wilhelm. Sam had dated Cara in his last year of college. She had bright red hair; Sam had dated her 9 years ago, and would have an 8 year old son by now, so she fit all the criteria for being his mother.
He walked into the room trying not to be sad for the unconscious little boy. After a minute a doctor walked in.
"Are you his father?" He asked gesturing to the young boy.
"that's a complicate q