I feel familiar lips placing light kisses on my body. Lips I've felt and loved since I was seventeen years old. Lips of the most incredible woman to ever walk this earth. I have been privileged enough to have her love for the last nineteen years. Nineteen years of her unconditional and unwavering love, love that people make movies and write stories about. A love that I never thought I was even capable of accepting or understanding.
Now don't get me wrong we've had our hard times, everyday wasn't a fairytale. We've had some really difficult times in our relationship, with both of our stubborn attitudes we loved hard and we fought even harder. Fortunately for us through all of the fights, arguments, and break up we never lost sight of what we wanted. Which was to spend the rest of our lives with each other and in the midst of our epic love we created four beautiful children, who are absolutely amazing.
Not only are our personal lives going great so are our careers. Rachel has been the biggest star in Hollywood for the last ten years and I'm doing pretty well for myself as one of the best surgeons in the country. I'm so proud of how far the both of us have come from trying to escape Lima, Ohio to now living our dreams in Beverly Hills, California.
"So how long are you going to pretend to be asleep?" Her beautiful sultry voice whispers into my ear, her breath slightly tickles my ear.
"As long as you continue to kiss me." I hear a small laugh and now I feel her soft lips pressed against mine.
I open my eyes and see my beautiful wife sitting on top of me, straddling my hips.
"I must be the luckiest woman in the world to wake up to The Rachel Berry in my bed." I pull her hair out of her eyes with my fingers.
"I'm the lucky one, I'm married to the most beautiful woman in the world." Rachel leans down and places another kiss on my lips.
"Good morning babe."
"Good morning baby." She kisses me again, this one more passionate than the others. I play with the top of her underwear with one hand while I use the other to deepen the kiss but she pulls away.
"Quinn honey, we are not going to start something we can't finish."
"Oh Rachel you know I can be quick." I place my hands under her shirt to caress the perky boobs hiding under her white t-shirt but she quickly removes my hands.
"The last time you said that I was almost late to my own movie premiere." I definitely remember that night and honestly if we had missed the whole premiere it would of been worth it. No matter how long Rachel and I are together I will never ever get tired of making love to her.
"But we still made it and that's what's important."
"Quinn Fabray you're so bad." She teases me.
"Only for you babe." I flips us over so I can get on top and it takes her completely by surprise.
Rachel takes her hand and traces the side of my face, her eyes staring directly into mine.
"I love you Quinn Fabray."
"I love you Rachel Berry." I lean down and interlock my lips with hers. Her soft lips melt against mine and instinctively she pulls me in closer deepening the kiss.
I let my tongue slide into her mouth and I can taste her sweet minty tongue on mine. I let my hands travel down her slim body until I get to my favorite place, her breathing hitches once I pull her panties to the side and trace my thumb over her clit. The wetness I feel on my thumb and the way my wife is writhing under me is causing my penis to get hard against my boxers. I detach my lips from hers and the frustrated moan that escapes her lips is so sexy.
"Why did you stop?" She questions me with a frustrated look on her face.
"Because my tongue will be more useful between your legs." Rachel lets out a small moan in anticipation.
I kiss her neck, working my way down to her chest..now down to her stomach..further down to her panties. I pull her panties further to the side and just as I'm about to go in for my first taste.
"WAHHH!" Crying from the baby monitor stops me right in my tracks.
"Uh..Lily must be hungry or needs her diaper changed." Rachel flops her head back in frustration, cock blocked once again by our own children.
I get off of Rachel and she climbs off the bed and puts on her clothes while I lay on the bed waiting for my boner to go down.
"I'll wake up the rest of the bunch."
"Okay." Rachel runs out of the room and down the hall to our daughter's nursery.
I put on a pair of pajamas then head down the hall to wake the kids up for school. I open the boys bedroom door and they are sleeping peacefully in their beds. Liam and Lexington are identical twins yet they are completely different from each other. Lexington seems to have more of my personality while Liam is a splitting image of Rachel. The two of them can be a handful at times but they are the most loving and caring little boys you could ask for.
I turn on the lights in the room and their small bodies begin to stir under the blankets.
"Liam and Lexington wake up, it's time to get ready for school." Neither one of them make an effort to get out of their beds.
"Lexington and Liam wake up." I say it louder this time but still nothing.
"Okay, since you guys won't wake up for school I'll just have to go and get the tickle monster!" I jump over to them and begin my tickle attack on the two of them, they scream and squeal from under the blankets.
"Okay mama!" Both Liam and Lexington say at the same time peeking their curly blonde heads from under the blankets.
"You sure I can put the tickle monster away?"
"Yes mama we are up now." Liam says. They pull the blankets off of them and hop out of their large race car bed.
"Alright let's go wash those cute little faces." The boys follow me into the bathroom, I pick both of them up and place them on top of the bathroom sink.
"Mama when are we going to hand out our birthday invitations, I want to give one to Tommy and Mason." Crap I completely forgot to pick up the boys birthday party invitations for their party in two weeks.
"I'm going to pick them up today and you can hand them out to all of your friends tomorrow."
"Yes!" Liam and Lexington high five each other, they are just so cute.
"I can't believe you two are going to be seven years old already. My little babies are growing up too fast, I just want you to stay small forever." I grab two washcloth and put them under the water to wash their faces.
"But we want to get bigger mama, I don't want to stay small forever." Liam expresses.
"Yeah mama I want to get big so I can play basketball in the NBA." Lexington proclaims.
"Aww I know but it's just going by too fast for mama." I kiss the both of them at the top of their heads.
"Mama."
"Yes Liam?"
"I don't want to be a teenager."
I can't help but chuckle at this comment. "Why Liam?"
"Because they all act like Beth."
"And what's wrong with your big sister?"
"She's a brat." Liam and Lexington say in unison once again.
I can't really disagree with them there, Beth has definitely been very bratty lately but she's a teenage girl with lots of emotions and I can remember how bratty I was at her age.
"Your sister is just going through a phase right now but she will grow out of it."
"Well I hope she grows out of it soon, it's annoying." Comes from Lexington.
"Just remember that no matter how much your sister annoys you, she's your big sister and she loves you and will always have your back, okay?"
They nod their heads in understanding.
"Alright now let's get you all cleaned up."
I get the boys washed and dressed in their uniforms and send them downstairs for breakfast. I go to Beth's room and surprisingly she wasn't there so I figured she had actually gotten up on time today. As I enter the kitchen I can hear the voice of our oldest going on another early morning rant.
The boys are sitting at the kitchen table already enjoying their breakfast while Rachel is standing by the island with Lily in her arms watching Beth as she paces back and forth.
"And what's this rant about?" I stand next to Rachel by the island. Lily reaches out for me so I take her out of Rachel's hands.
"She thinks it's unfair that she's not allowed to date." Rachel whispers as Beth continues to go off on her rant.
"Interesting." I let Beth continue on while I play with Lily in my arms. Our adorable and sweet one year old daughter Lily Grace. She doesn't give me attitude or back talk she just looks up at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and god her little chubby cheeks are everything. She puts her small fingers in my mouth and I pretend to nibble on them and it makes her laugh.
"Mama!" Beth's voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Yes Elizabeth?"
"How is it fair that all on my friends are allowed to date but I can't." Even with the frustrated look on her face I swear Beth is the spitting image of me when we I was her age. Hands on her hips and scowling expression on her face. Everyone swears we are practically twins and it seems that not only has she inherited my looks but also my attitude.
"Well that's a simple answer." I clear my throat for dramatic affect. "Because you are our daughter and we set the rules for you and everyone who lives in this house. We are not your friends parents, we are yours and our rule is no dating until you turn seventeen. That's not going to change unless your mother and I decide otherwise. It will have nothing to do with what your friends can and can't do because I could care less."
"That's so not fair." Beth rolls her eyes at me and crosses her arms around her chest.
"Well Beth life isn't fair and by the way you've been acting lately, you've only further convinced me that you're not mature enough to even be in a relationship. Your mother and I have made our decision and it gets dropped right here. Now sit down and eat your breakfast, it's way too early for your attitude."
Beth looks at Rachel as if she expects her to stand up for her but of course my wife doesn't. We've already discussed that we need to put our foot down with Beth since her attitude seems to be getting worse.
"Fine." Beth finally says, giving me another eye roll before sitting down at the table with the boys.
"Alright boys we have fifteen minutes to eat before we have to leave." I say as I check the time on my watch. I have to drop off the boys at school before heading to the hospital, Beth has her own car and drives herself to school every morning.
Rachel places my plate of food and a cup of coffee on the island in front of me.
"Thanks babe."
"You're welcome." Rachel gives me a sweet kiss on the lips . "By the way try to save your energy for tonight, I plan on finishing what we started this morning." Rachel winks at me with her sultry eyes before walking over to the table.
Every time Rachel gives me that look I start to think about giving her baby number five. I mean five is a lot but we can more than afford another kid and Rachel looks so sexy when she's pregnant.
"Hey give me my turkey bacon back you little thief! Mom tell Lex to keep his filthy hands off my plate!" Beth yells.
"Lex leave your sisters food alone."
"But she's not even eating anything mom!"
"Yes I was!"
"No you weren't!"
Yeah four kids is definitely enough, it's a nice even number.
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"We need to intubate him right away and make sure his chest and pelvis are stabilized!"
My first trauma patient of the day, a thirty-eight year old male hit by a car while riding his motorcycle. He's having trouble breathing and complaining of pain in his upper chest and back. This might sound horrible for me to say but I was so happy when I heard we had a trauma coming through, my day has been filled with nothing but paperwork and yelling at interns. Now I finally get some action, I love the chaos of being a trauma surgeon. Everything is so intense but also methodical, controlled chaos is what we like to call it. Being on the frontlines and helping someone fight for their lives after a physical trauma is the best feeling in the world.
"My chest is killing me!" He yells at us trying to rip off his oxygen mask. I feel around his upper chest and he screams out in pain. I can feel air trapped between his ribs and lungs, has to be a collapsed lung.
"He has a collapsed lung on his left side, we need to intubate him and put in a chest tube." The nurses and other doctors around me move quickly as we work on the patient.
"Sir what's your name?"
"James..my name is James." He struggles to get his name out.
"James my name is Dr. Fabray and right now we need to intubate you by sticking a tube down your throat. You have a collapsed lung and broken ribs that's why you are in so much pain and having trouble breathing. Before we do that we need to put a tube in your chest and unfortunately it's going to hurt."
"Oh god no!"
"James it's going to be okay I promise, once we get this tube inside your chest you're are going to feel so much better. We have to do this or you are going to die. So I want you to hold onto my hand and squeeze as hard as you need to and yell as loud as you need to but I have to get this tube inside your chest." I'm honest with all my patient getting a chest tube hurts like hell but it's the only thing that's going to keep him alive.
He looks up at me with a pain expression. "Okay doc, do what you got to do." James tells me through strangled breathing. He grabs ahold of my hand and squeezes tightly.
"Alright let's go, 1..2..3."
"AHHHH!"
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After getting James stabilized I had back to back incoming trauma patients and now I'm finally able to take my lunch. Sitting down at my office desk I send Rachel a quick text to see how her day is going before I dig into my lunch. A soft knock on my office door interrupts my lunch momentarily.
"Come in."
The door opens and in walks my best friend Santana with her lunch in hand.
"I just came from removing a knife lodged in a guys neck. Him and his idiot friends spent the afternoon drinking beer and recreating fight scenes from action movies. One idiot ends up stabbing his idiot friend in the neck with a kitchen knife and somehow misses every major artery and vein. He's getting discharged in a couple of hours. Meanwhile my twelve year old hit and run victim died during surgery this morning, what fucking sense does that make." Santana flops down on my couch throwing her bag of food on the table.
"I'm sorry Santana, I learned a long time ago that the universe never makes sense."
"So why do we do it? Why do we put ourselves through this day after day after day." Santana leans her head back against the couch.
"Because it's the lives we do save that make it all worth it. Just like when you treated Tracy and every other surgeon told her that her brain tumor was inoperable and gave her only a year to live. You being the badass surgeon you are got the tumor out and now her kids don't have to grow up without a mother. Just like Devon, came in with multiple gunshot wounds and everyone else in the operating room wanted to call his time of death but you didn't. You kept fighting for his life and now because of you, Devon will get to go to college in the fall. That's why we do it, because we save more lives than we lose."
Santana nods her head in agreement. "This is why you're my person Q, you always know how to keep me centered."
"We keep each other centered."
Santana has been my best friend since we were in high school and we've been through everything together. Besides Rachel she is the person who I tell everything to and vice versa. After college we both went to medical school, I went to medical school in New York and Santana went to school in California. We were ecstatic to find out that we would be working at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center one of the best trauma centers in the country together. Now ten years later Santana and I are leading the charge. Santana leading the General Surgery Department while I'm in charge of the Trauma Department.
"So how's Rachel and the kids?" Santana asks, taking her food out of the bag.
"They're good, Rachel's working on her next album, the boys start flag football next week, Lily is still precious, and Beth is giving us hell everyday."
"Like mother, like daughter I remember all the trouble you got into at sixteen. Even dying your hair pink like you were some bad-ass."
"First off I was a bad-ass and secondly if I remember correctly you were right with me getting into all of that trouble."
"And it was so much fun, being young and dumb doing whatever we wanted."
"Well that's exactly what I'm trying to keep Beth from. Keep her on the straight and narrow so she won't make the dumb decisions I did. If I can get her graduated and off to college without a teen pregnancy, my mission is accomplished."
"Q, Beth is going to be fine. You and Rachel have raised her right, she's just been a hormonal teenager right now. All parents go through it, you just have to ride this wave."
"Your right." Just got to ride this wave. "Anyway the Lopez family has officially been invited to dinner on Friday, Rachel and the kids really miss Brittany and Josey."
"I'll have to check with Britt but I'm sure we should be free on Friday. With Brittany working all the time at the dance studio and me working these ten hour shifts, we barely see each other let alone our friends."
"Everything's good though right?"
"Between me and Britt? Oh yeah we're good, I just wish we could spend some more alone time together."
"How about one day this week you let Rachel and I babysit Josey, give you and Brittany some alone time."
"Are you sure Q, you already have a full house."
"Of course I'm sure, it's a win-win situation. You get some alone time with Brittany and I get to spend time with my handsome nephew."
Santana nods her head in agreement. "Thanks Q, that would be amazing."
"No problem."
My office phone rings interrupting our lunch and conversation.
"Hello, Dr. Fabray, it's nurse Fields we have a young man down here who's insisting on getting treated by you and only you."
Well that's odd. "Okay..what's his injury?"
"Seventeen years old crashed his motorcycle, no serious injuries just some cuts and bruises. He has a deep cut on his forearm that will need stitches but other then that he's fine."
"Alright I will be down in a minute, to see what's going on." I hang up the phone. Who is this kid and why does he want me.
"What was that?" Santana asks.
"Some guy downstairs is refusing treatment unless it's from me. I'm going to go down to see what's going on."
"I'll come with you."
We take the elevator down to the emergency room. I see nurse Fields standing next to a young African American man wearing a cut up leather jacket.
"Nurse Fields I got it from here." I dismiss her so she could deal with other patients.
"Hello my name is Dr. Fabray and this is Dr. Lopez. I hear you asked for me by name is there a reason why?"
The young man sitting on the gurney, has dark hazel eyes, light caramel skin, and jet black hair.
"Yeah..I..uhh..yeah." He seems very nervous as he stutters his words.
"Hey just take a deep breath, you're going to be fine. Your vitals are good, no broken bones, all you need is some stitches for the laceration on your forearm." I try to reassure him because he looks very nervous and scared but I guess flying off a motorcycle will do that to you.
"That's not why I'm nervous." Santana and I give each other a confused look, I'm starting to get nervous seeing how nervous he is.
"Then what is it?"
He clears his throat before he speaks. "My name is Jordan Baker and..I'm your son.
What In The Hell Is This Kid Talking About.
"Um Jordan I'm sorry but you have the wrong person. Someone must have given you the wrong information because it's impossible for Quinn to be your mom." Santana speaks up for me before I could speak up for myself.
"Dr. Lopez is right all of my kids are at home with my wife right now. Maybe you have me confused with Dr. Quincy Fabray from Sacramento, people get our names mixed up all the time."
"I'm not confused, there's not many people with your condition plus my mom gave me this picture of you." He digs into his pocket and hands me a folded up picture.
I begin to unravel the photo even though I know it's no way in the world this kid HOLY SHIT!
"Quinn what is it?" I didn't know I said the holy shit part out loud. Santana gives me a very quizzical and concerned look.
Holy Shit! Holy Shit! No breathe Quinn calm down. Don't let him see you freaking the fuck out!
"Dr. Lopez can I talk to you in private for a moment, Jordan just give us one second we'll be right back." I hand him back the photo, I grab Santana by her arm and drag her down to the on call room and shut the door behind us.
"What the hell Q, what's going on?"
"Santana do you remember when you and I took that trip to Vegas our freshman year of college. It was right after Rachel and I decided to take a break and you wanted to cheer me up."
"Yeah I remember, what about it?"
"Do you remember the girl I hooked up with that night, I think her name was Mikayla."
"Kind of but that was like eighteen years ago...Holy shit!" Santana cups her hand over her mouth.
"Yeah holy shit!" I pace back and forth, my heart is beating like crazy. This has to all be a dream.
"Oh my god that can't be a coincidence, right?"
"I mean I don't know maybe." My mind races back to that night. I'm one hundred percent sure we didn't use a condom because I remember I didn't bring any with me not expecting to hook up with anyone so soon after my break up with Rachel. I know it was so irresponsible of me but I was young, drunk, and horny. Still that doesn't mean he's my son, it could all be a crazy coincidence.
"Look there is no reason to panic right now, it's a simple solution. We get a DNA test today and find out the results tomorrow."
"You're right but fuck what if it comes back that he's mine. I don't know what to do and Rachel is going to kill me. Oh my god I never told Rachel about that night, she asked me if I hooked up with anyone while we were broken up those three months and I said no. I fucking lied and said no." She's going to kill me, she is literally going to kill me.
"Fuck Q." Santana runs her fingers through her jet black hair. "Look you're going to have to just face this head on. You're going to go home tonight and just lay it all out. You're Quinn and Rachel you can get through anything."
"I hope you're right Santana." I take a couple of deep breaths to slow down my heart rate because at this point it's beating at an alarming rate.
"I'm going to go down to the lab to see if Libby can perform the DNA test and rush the results."
"Thanks S."
Santana comes over and comforts me by rubbing my shoulders. "It's going to be alright Q, nobody's perfect."
Santana leaves out the room and after taking a few more deep breaths I do the same, I need to talk to Jordan.
I get the supplies I need from the medical cart before sitting down next to Jordan who is looking around confused.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"I'm going to clean your cut and stitch you up, if that's okay?"
"Yeah that's fine."
This is the most nervous I've ever been in my entire life. Here I am sitting across from a young man who could possibly be my son. What am I even supposed to say, I didn't learn about situations like this is college or medical school.
"I'm sorry about how I just left, all of this is just a lot to take in."
"I know, I've been preparing seventeen years for this moment." He gives me a nervous smile and wow he even smiles like me.
"So um, does your mom know you're here?"
"My mom actually passed away seven years ago. She gave me that picture of you before she passed away."
"Oh my god, Jordan I'm so sorry."
"Yeah cancer is a bitch." He looks down at the picture in his hand. It's a picture of his mom and I on the Las Vegas strip, she was on my back with a big smile on her face. "It's okay though, it's something I've came to terms with a long time ago."
"What happened after your mom passed?"
"Unfortunately my mom didn't have any family members that wanted to take me in so I was put in foster care. I've spent the last seven years being bounced around from foster homes to group homes. Finally when I turned seventeen a couple of months ago I was released from the system."
"Jordan I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."
"It's okay, I'm tough."
He may be tough but I can still see the pain behind his eyes.
"So how did you find me?"
"When I left the group home they gave me my birth certificate and your name was on it so I did my research to find you. I saved up enough money to buy an old motorcycle from a friend and drove here from Chicago, unfortunately I crashed my bike on the way here."
Wow she even put my name on the birth certificate. Why didn't she try and find me to tell me she was pregnant and that I had a kid. If she really thought I mothered her child then why not tell me.
"This is going to burn a little but I need to clean the wound, this cut is pretty deep."
"Okay."
I begin cleaning the wound and stitching him up and he doesn't even flinch. Definitely a tough kid.
"I hope you know I had no idea about you, if I did I promise I would of been a part of your life. I would of done everything I could to be there for you." The more I look at him the more I can't help but see the similarities between him and the twins or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.
"You don't have to explain anything to me, you don't even know me."
"That doesn't matter, if you are my son I don't want you to feel like I abandoned you."
"There is no if, my mom wouldn't lie."
"I'm not saying she did but sometimes people can be mistaken. Your mom and I were intimate but that doesn't automatically mean—."
"It does because my mom put you on the birth certificate. If you don't want anything to do with me that's fine but don't speak on my mom like you know her. If my mother put your name on that birth certificate it's because that's where it belonged." Jordan tries to get off the bed but I quickly push him back down.
"Wait a minute, I didn't mean to offend you and you're right I don't know your mom. All I'm asking is for a DNA test to put my mind at ease. I have a wife and children who I am going to have to explain this to the best way I can and a DNA test will just make the process much easier for everyone. I don't want there to be any doubt, especially when it comes to integrating you into the family."
"You want me to be a part of your family?"
"Of course, if you're my kid you deserve just as much love and support as the children I have with my wife."
"Why are you being so understanding." A perplexed expression written on his face.
"Because it's the right thing to do."
He smiles at me and I smile back. I finished stitching up his arm and wrapping it up and soon after Libby comes down to get our DNA swaps. We do it in a private conference room and Libby promises to be very discreet with the test and informs us it will only take about twenty four hours to get the results back.
"So do you have a place to stay set up here in L.A?"
"Not really, I was just going to wing it until I could make enough money to rent an apartment."
"Why don't you just stay at my place while we figure all of this out." Even if he's not my son he's came all this way thinking I am, the least I can do is make sure he has a place to stay.
"I couldn't ask you to do that, I don't want to make your wife and kids uncomfortable."
"It's fine, I have a spare bedroom and plenty of space. I'm not going to let you live on the streets when you can just stay at my home."
Jordan gives me a questionable look. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like I came here to use you. I just wanted to meet and get to know you."
"That thought never crossed my mind, you're coming home with me?"
"Okay." A nervous smile escapes his lips.
"I don't get off of work for another two hours so you can either hang out in my office or go to the mall across the street."
"I'm sure I can find something to do."
"Okay, meet me at the ER entrance at eight."
"Cool."
We go our separate ways as I needed to finish up with my patients for the day. I work the next hour and a half trying my best to stay focus on my patients and my work without letting the craziness of today distract me. I get finished with my rounds at around seven-forty five so I decide to wait for Jordan at the entrance of the hospital. I run into Santana as I'm exiting the building.
"So how did everything go with you and your maybe-son?"
"It went okay, he's been through a lot. His mom passed away about seven years ago and he's been through foster care ever since. He saw my name on his birth certificate and decided to come look for me, so here we are."
"Damn Q, that's heavy."
"Yeah."
"Have you decided if you're going to tell Rachel tonight?"
"I have no choice but to tell her tonight..Jordan is coming home with me."
Santana looks at me as if I'd lost my mind. "What? Quinn are you crazy, you don't know this kid."
"Santana he could be my son."
"And it's a possibility that he isn't."
"He has nowhere else to go and as long as it's a possibility I'm not going to abandoned him. He's already been through enough in his life and you can't tell me you don't see the resemblance. If the boys had darker skin they would look just like him, that can't be a coincidence."
"You're right Q, this is all just crazy man."
"I know, I'm terrified just thinking about how Rachel is going to react when I tell her."
"If you need anything or just want to talk call me, I'll be there."
"Thanks S, that means a lot."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."
I watch as Santana walks down the sidewalk into the parking lot, just missing Jordan as he walks up.
"Hey."
"Hey, what did you get into?"
"Went to check out this really cool bookstore I heard about online."
"You're an avid reader I'm guessing?"
"Most definitely, nothing better than a really good book to take your mind off the real world."
"I'm the same way, you will always catch me with a book in my hand."
"Cool." He says and both of us just stand in front of each other for a few awkward seconds.
"So you ready to go?" I break the awkward silence.
"Yeah."
He follows me as I walk down the sidewalk and to the parking lot were my car is parked. I unlock the door with my key and both of us climb in.
"Buckle up, safety first." I don't know why I just said that like he's some little kid, am I going to be awkward this whole car ride home.
"Got it." Jordan fastens his seatbelt.
I turn the radio on low enough so that if he wants to talk I can hear him but high enough so that the silence isn't as noticeable.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks over at me with a sorrow expression on his face.
"What do you mean?
"While I was in the bookstore I was was thinking about how I'm just barging in on your life. You have a wife and kids whose whole lives are going to change in the snap of a finger. I don't want to cause problems for you and your family. I'm just some kid who for seventeen years you never knew existed, I can get out of this car right now and we can pretend that we never met each other."
Has this kid been hurt so much in his life that he thinks he shouldn't be loved or even cared for? This whole situation is sadder than I realized.
"The only place you're going is home with me. We all have our battles to fight and mountains to climb, this just happens to be mine. I'm a grown woman and I'm never going to run away from my responsibilities. Tomorrow we will get the results back and we will go from there."
"Okay." He nods his head in understanding.
We didn't talk the whole drive home the music playing on the radio helped fill the void of the silence in the car.
We pull into the driveway and I stop to put the code in to my front gate.
"Damn is this your house?" His eyes widen as we drive through the gate and up the driveway. "They don't have houses like this in the south side of Chicago." Leave it to Rachel and Beth to pick the most expensive house on the block.
I park my car in the garage and I can feel my stomach twisting and turning into knots. I have no clue how this conversation will go but I know it won't be good. I just hope that no matter what Rachel finds it in her heart to forgive me, I love my wife and I don't want to lose her.
"Are we going in?" Jordan asks me.
I take one big inhale and one big exhale.
"Yes we're going in."
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