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~Chapter 12~


Mr. and Mrs. Brewer and Lindsey began knocking on the door. Jack stood up from the sofa and opened the door while Kim remained on the sofa cringing at the loud, spastic knocking. She really didn't want news to travel to her family about the birth of the twins; at least not right now. Her father definitely would explode at the breaking of another tradition.

"Hello, son. Where's my grandchild?" Mr. Brewer smiled, giving Jack a big pat on the back, "Is it a granddaughter or grandson?" They walked inside.

"Yes, Jack. We are dying to know what gender the baby is." Lindsey smirked, evilly. She hoped that it was a boy.

"Actually, there is two of them. We had twins." Jack answered, joyfully.

"Oh my! My baby had twins just like I did." Mrs. Brewer smiled, hugging Jack super tight.

"Well, what are they?! Boys or girls?" Lindsey snapped.

Kim gained enough courage to stand beside her husband; partly because she wanted to snap back at her irritating sister-in-law. "Well, Lindy. Aren't you a little too eager to find out about that." Kim snarled and Lindsey scowled at her with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Why so much tension between you guys?" Mr. Brewer demanded, "Jack, go get my grandchildren."

"Yes, father." Jack replied, heading upstairs. Kim followed him until she heard her mother's screechy voice from the front porch.

"Kim! You stay right here and get your butler to serve us something. We're guests." Mrs. Crawford stated, coming in the door.

Oh my gosh. Who invited my parents?! This day couldn't get any more horrible than it already is. I should've known this would happen. Mine and Jack's mothers were basically best friends, Kim thought.

"Mother. Where's dad?"

"He couldn't make it. He's playing golf with a few buddies of his." Mrs. Crawford replied, "Where is your butler, honey?"

"Jack gave him the day off." Kim said. Wow. What a great dad. He won't even show up for the announcement of his grandkids, Kim thought, sarcastically.

"Well, that's downright strange. What kind of son did we raise?" Mr. Brewer asked his wife, "We're wealthy. People do things for us not the other way around. Never once when I was growing up, my parents ever did that. They always had a butler to take care of us kids."

Jack returned downstairs with Angelina in his left arm and Mason in his right arm. Both cute, babies were in good moods, smiling. Angelina had her teddy bear wrapped in her little arms. Lindsey went running up to the babies, squinting.

"I can't tell, Jack. Are they boys?" Lindsey asked, dumbfounded. Yeah, that's what you're wishing for, Kim snarled to herself.

"Not exactly. This one is a girl and this one is a boy." he replied, lightly bouncing his arms. Mason snickered, his brown eyes, glowing with happiness.

"Did, you hear that Lilly? We have a granddaughter and grandson already." Mrs. Crawford smiled, nudging Mrs. Brewer.

"It's the best news ever." Mrs. Brewer replied, "May I hold one in my arms? I want the boy."

"Absolutely, mom." Jack answered, handing Mason over to Lilly.

"Interesting, Kimberly. You had a son afterall, didn't you?" Lindsey grinned, evilly.

"Hi, Jackie! You're a cutie pie!" Mrs. Crawford giggled, poking Mason's stomach. Both Jack and Kim stared at each other nervously. The families had assumed the baby boy was named Jack the fourth not Mason. Jack opened his mouth to correct them, but Kim interrupted him.

"Yep! He's a beauty." Kim laughed, "Little Jackie." This is awesome! I don't have to tell them the truth. They already think I named him Jack, Kim smiled and then she nudged her husband hard in the ribs because, she could tell he still wanted to correct them. "And this little angel is Angelina." Kim added, taking her daughter out of Jack's arms.

"Oh my! What beautiful blue eyes she has." Mrs. Crawford exclaimed, reaching for Angelina.

"Kim, we have to tell the truth." Jack whispered into her ear, quietly. But Lindsey heard the message anyway and she got curious.

"Please. Not right now." Kim answered with a pleading look on her face.

"Okay, Kimmy." He placed his hand on her back. He could tell she was shaking, but she was trying it hide it.

"Let me see the birth certificate." Lindsey said, rather harshly. On the certificate, it stated the babies' real names.

"That's none of your business." Kim snapped.

"Kimmy, since Lindsey mentioned it, I'd like to read the birth certificates too. Do they still stamp the foot prints of the babies on it?" Mrs. Crawford said.

Wow. Mom is acting strange. She already know that since she gave birth to Grace last year. She must be up to something no good. What am I going to do?!What am I going to say?! That the certificates were misplaced? Yeah, that's it! I'll tell her the hospital lost them...What am I saying? Of course she's not going to believe that, Kim thought.

"Uh...Jack tell them why they can't read the certificates." Kim nudged him lightly. Her voice went high-pitched.

"What happened to them?" Mr. Brewer demanded. Angelina started crying. Both Jack and Kim tried to grab her out of Mrs. Brewer's arms and leave the awkward situation they were in. Jack won the race. He was about to head upstairs when suddenly guilt rushed over him. Kim is scared and I shouldn't leave her. I'm not going to leave her, he thought, stopping in his tracks and turning around.

"We forgot them at the hospital." Jack lied, quickly, "Here Kim. You can take Angelina."

"Are you sure?" Kim asked, her eyes were watery.

"Yes, dear." Jack smiled, reassuringly. She went upstairs to change her daughter's soiled diaper.

"Jack. I know something isn't right." Lindsey snapped, viciously, "When you get those certificates back, I'm reading them."

"No, you're not. You don't have my permission." Jack squinted his eyes, angrily at her.

"MOM! He can't do this to me." Lindsey complained. Mason started crying next because Lindsey was being too loud. She practically screamed into his little ears since Mrs. Brewer was holding him and Lindsey was standing directly in front of her mom.

"Give him to me." Jack said, reaching for Mason.

"Jack, I'm a mother. I don't need you to help me with my grandson." Mrs. Brewer replied, bouncing Mason up and down in her arms.

"I want him back." he snapped at her. She looked at him sadly. "I'm sorry, mom. Just give Mason to me." Jack said, softly. Everyone's eyes widened at what he had just said, including Jack's eyes. His were the widest of them all. He accidentally called his son by his real name.

"I knew it!" Lindsey hissed.

"Son, did you just call my grandson, Mason?" Mr. Brewer asked, disgustedly, "Lilly, I knew we shouldn't have picked that Kimberly Crawford girl to his wife. She's an abomination to his family! She has broken every single tradition there is! We have to get this marriage ended!"

"Now we can't do that. You'd be breaking the most important tradition. Divorce is not allowed." Mrs. Brewer tried to calm him.

Mrs. Crawford's face went pale as a ghost. She quietly turned around and went out the door. Clearly she was upset; so upset that she knew that she had to leave before she went absolutely nuts.

"Fine. But we have to go to the courts and change his name to Jackson IV right away." Mr. Brewer growled.

"Hey! Do you hear yourselves?! Mason belongs to Kim and me; not you and mom. I'm not changing his name and you cannot make me." Jack replied angrily.

"Unbelievable, Jackson III. I never thought this day would come, but if you don't listen to me...I will disown you. Think about that."

Jack stared at his dad with pain in his hazel eyes. His dad used to me so close to him and now Mr. Brewer was going to make himself forget that he ever had a son. Hearing those words hurt Jack so much that tears formed in his eyes. He plucked Mason out of his mom's arms and sat down on the sofa quietly. The room went silent and Mason stopped crying. He leaned his head against Jack's chest.

"I'm leaving, Lilly." Mr. Brewer stated, "And Jack, I still love you right now. I'm giving you a chance to make the right decision, but if you don't, then I won't ever love you again. I will forget that you ever existed."

Jack's heart felt like it had sunk into his stomach at that moment.


To be continued...