Hi. First of all, thank you for the reviews, I really do appreciate them. Second, I'm not that good at continuing a story, which is why I have pretty much only written one shots. I tried my hand at it again but I'm not completely happy with what I wrote but I decided to add it to the story anyway. Once again thanks.
I DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS (JUST CHRIS)
It's one of the first memories he has. It involved his grandma Carol watching him while his mommy and daddy went out to eat. Daddy had stayed in the car while Mommy took him into Grandma Carol's house.
"Are you sure you're okay to watch him, Carol?" his mommy asked.
"I'll be fine, Rachel. I know its going to be hard today but having him here will make it easier," his grandma tells his mommy.
He doesn't know what they're talking about, he just wanted to go play.
"Sweetie," his mommy says getting his attention. "Be good for Grandma Carol alright? Jesse and I will be back for you later okay?"
"Okay mommy," he says hugging her as she kisses him.
"I love you so much, Chis," she whispers into his ear
"I love you too, mommy," he says back and she leaves.
He smiles up at his grandma and she smiles back but it doesn't reach her eyes. He sees sadness but doesn't understand why it's there.
He keeps to himself until dinner where he sits with Grandma and Grandpa Burt at the table. Grandma is quiet but Grandpa talks to him and makes him laugh.
"So buddy, have you seen a baseball game?" he asks and he smiles brightly, unknowingly reminding his grandma of his son.
"Yeah! Daddy took me to watch one," he says happily until his grandma starts sobbing.
"He's not your daddy," she says crying but with anger in her tone.
"Carole!" his grandpa says firmly.
"He's not Burt! That man is not his father no matter what Chris may believe," she yells at grandpa before turning to face him. "Chris, honey, Jesse isn't your real daddy," she says softer with tears falling down her face and reaching over to hold his hand.
"Carole!" Burt yells trying to stop his wife. But neither she nor the child appear to hear him.
"Your real daddy is my son, Finn," she says.
The boy is numb. He's trying to understand what his grandma is telling him but he doesn't. He starts to feel tears in his eyes as the thought of Jesse not being his daddy starts to hit him.
Why wasn't he his daddy? Did he even have a daddy now? What happened to his "real" daddy? Was his daddy, no not daddy, Jesse, going to love him anymore?
All these question run through his head as the doorbell rings and tears start falling from his eyes. He doesn't notice his grandpa rushing to the door or hear his mother's exclamation as he explained what happened. He gets out of his seat and runs, not hearing his grandma, mom or grandpa yelling his name. He runs out the door and starts running but runs into someone who immediately grabs him. He tries to fight against the hold and tugs away but is unable to do so. Instead he feels the person drop down to his height and wrap his arms around him. He immediately recognizes the arms he's in.
Daddy.
No not daddy. He's not his daddy.
"Let me go," he mumbles against the shoulder, tears still running down his eyes.
"Shh…" he hears him say as he feels himself being lifted. He buries his face against his da… Jesse's, shoulder.
He feels them moving for a long time with Jesse humming a song to calm him until he feels them stop. He lifts his head and notices that they're at a park and sniffles a bit as he takes a better look around.
"Whe… where are we?" he stumbles out.
"A park I used to take your mom when we dated," Jesse explains to him as he walks over to the swings, that are slightly lit by a streetlamp. He gently sets his son down on one of the swings and crouches down to face him.
Chris looks at him and sees a soft tender smile on his face as he wipes away his tears.
"Are you okay?" Jesse asks and he shakes his head.
"N…no…" he stumbles out feeling more tears build in his eyes.
"Shh… Tell me what's wrong," Jesse tells him softly caressing his cheek.
"Gr…grandma Ca…Carol said you…you aren't my… my daddy. That…that my real daddy was someone called Finn," he tries to explain.
"Shh. Breathe buddy calm down. It's going to be okay," he says.
"Is…is it true?" he asks.
"A little," he admits looking down at the ground before looking back up. "I'm not your real daddy but I am your daddy," he sees the confusion in his eyes. "Do you remember how one of your friends has a step daddy and a 'real' daddy," the boy nods, "well it's the same situation with me and you, I'm more like your step-daddy," he explains
"What happened to my real daddy?" the little boy asks.
"He…he died before you were born," he explains.
"So…so I won't be able to meet him?"
"No, I'm so sorry, you won't," he confirms.
"So I don't have a daddy?" he asks tearing up again. Jesse tries to push away the pain he feels at hearing this.
"No, no buddy you do. You have me, alright? I'm going to be right here beside you being the best daddy I can be for you," Jesse quickly explains
"You still love me even though you're not my real daddy?" the little boy asks.
"Of course I do. I love you so, so much and I never ever want you to doubt that okay?"
"Okay. Can…can I still call you daddy?" he asks shyly causing Jesse to smile.
"Of course you can, you can call me whatever you want to call me," he reassures his son.
The little boy hops off the swing and hugs his father.
"Love you," the little boy mumbles against his father's shoulder.
"I love you two," he says back holding the boy tightly for a few moments. "Come on let's take you back to your mom," he says standing up and carrying him back to the Hudson-Hummel household.
