"Boarding school? You can't put my son in boarding school." Angela exclaimed sitting in Michael's Los Angeles office. Michael stood up.
"Heather and I decided it would be best to put him in a school where he can grow. He's a mama's boy Angela." Angela stood up slowly.
"A mama's boy?" Angela stared at him and gritted her teeth. "Jonathan is not a mama's boy."
"He needed to grow up Angela."
"Jonathan is eight years old! He'll grow up in the next few years, but he needs to be a kid."
"I don't have the time to wait for that to happen. Heather and I need to get to Africa and it'll be better for Jonathan to be here."
"Where? In a place where he knows nobody. Where his father left him and he's 3,000 miles away from me and mother."
"And Tony?" Angela snarled at Michael's remark.
"Tony's more of a father than you'll ever be."
"Yeah." Michael muttered.
"He loves Jonathan just like he does Samantha." Angela responded. "He takes care of Jonathan when I'm not home."
"It's his job Angela! He's a housekeeper!" Michael exclaimed.
"I want to see Jonathan. Let's go to his school."
"I'm not sure where it is."
"You aren't sure? He's your son."
"Heather takes him. I've only been once or twice to the school." Angela scoffed.
"And he's been here several months?" Angela choked up. She was missing her son who was 3,000 miles away with his father who put him in boarding school. Why couldn't he have stayed with her, her mother, Tony and Sam? What was so wrong with their home in Fairfield? She sat back down and Michael picked up the phone.
"Heather, I'd like it if you could come into my office when you get a chance." He hung up the phone and walked back over to Angela. "She'll be back in soon."
"I don't believe you." She glared at him. "You took my son away from me and put him in school so you can go globe-trotting? You are just a child yourself Michael!"
"I don't appreciate your tone and he's our son Angela." Just then, Heather walked in.
"Hello Angela, hi darling." Heather kissed Michael and Angela pretended to gag when she wasn't looking. Michael stared at her.
"Heather, would it be alright if you took us to Jonathan's school?" Heather giggled.
"Just let me ask my boss." Heather said. She kissed Michael. "Can I take my husband and Angela to see their son?" Angela shook her head in utter disgust.
"Mom!" Jonathan rushed over to Angela. She pulled him into her arms.
"Jonathan!" She hugged him closely. "How are you?" Angela looked into his eyes.
"What are you doing here mom?" Angela wiped his eyes.
"I wanted to see you Jonathan. You are my son." Jonathan smiled.
"I love you mom." She hugged him tightly.
"I love you too."
"Can I go home with you?" Angela's eyes glistened with tears. She hated seeing Jonathan in this place. He was wearing a blue blazer and dress pants. Sitting in back on the ground, she took his hand.
"Sweetheart, I wish I could take you with me. But you live with your dad right now."
"Don't you love me?"
"Yes sweetheart, of course I do."
"Then please take me home. I miss being with you. I miss Tony, Sam and Grandma."
"They miss you too."
"Don't leave me here." Angela looked at him.
"I'll talk to your daddy and we'll figure something out."
"Really? Oh boy!" Jonathan smiled.
'I'll be here tomorrow." She kissed him and walked out of the room.
"Bye mom!"
"Goodbye sweetheart." She responded.
Tony walked into the living room dusting one day when the phone rang, he walked over to it.
"Hello Bower residence, Tony here." He paused. "Oh no, you're kidding." Mona walked down the stairs. "Can you bring him back with you?" She rushed over to him.
"Yes, you can always bring him here." Tony glared at Mona after he covered the end of the phone.
"It's Angela. Michael put Jonathan in some boarding school."
"What?" Mona grabbed the phone and wrapped her fingers around the receiver.
"You come back here right now. You get my grandson and come home. We aren't leaving him there."
"Mother, you know I can't do that. I could lose him forever stealing him from Michael."
"Then we'll come to California."
"No mother."
"Angela, Jonathan is my grandson and I love him. If I say I'm coming to Los Angeles, then I'm going to Los Angeles." She hung up the phone and looked at Tony. "Let's pack."
