Eyes on me didn't make me feel any better… Mariana looked very angry at me..

''Care to explain?''

''Explain?''

''How long did you know how to reach him?''

I took a seat and took a deep breath. I hated explaining things…

''I saw him in Boston few weeks ago… We met at the movies… He was in the city for few days.''

''And?''

''And that's it….''

Jesus had a wicked smile. He noticed how angry I looked… Michael had a big smile on his face…

''You saw my dad? Did you tell him about me?''

''No, we didn't get to it…''

Jesus even got more evil grin on his face…

''Kid, go and fetch me another soda…''

''Why me?''

''Because Mariana is too fat to do it….''

''Hey!''

Michael went in and Jesus turned towards me…

''Didn't get to it?! And what did you get to?''

Stef looked angry…

''Jesus, stop! What did he say? Is he ok? Where is he?''

''We didn't get to talk much…''

I started blushing…

''We had a drink and then I had to go. He gave me his number… Just in case…''

''What do you know?''

''I just know he is in LA…''

And I lied again…. It's not like I could tell them we had sex again…and that I have serious doubts about being pregnant. Michael came back with soda and snacks. He sat with me and the conversation went away from Brandon and the rest of the topics related to him. Around ten in the evening they left and left me and my son to get ready for bed. Michael took a shower and his glass of milk and I stayed downstairs in the living room. There was some old movie B and I loved to watch, so I watched it and fell asleep there. I woke up at two in the morning when I heard someone at the door. I opened and there was Brandon.

''What are you doing here?''

''You told me we had to talk and I got in the car and came…''

''You are crazy…''

''About what happened in Boston… I left the house… I filed for divorce… I am not with my wife anymore… And when we met… We were already separated… She left first.. I just ended things officially…''

In a way I was relived…but still angry at him…

''What we have to talk about is before Boston…''

''Oh, ok… Can I get in?''

''Sure…''

I moved from the door so he could get in.

''Let's go outside…''

I took a sweater and we went to the pool.. He sat at the sunbed he always sat at and that got me to smile.

''What is the thing you wanted to talk about?''

''When we met in Boston, you asked why I left….''

''Ok…''

''I left because I was pregnant…''

I let him have few moments for the news to sink in…

''When you say you were pregnant…Did you have the baby?''

I nodded…

''Yes, an amazing boy… Michael Robert Quinn Foster…''

I got my phone and showed him a picture… He looked at Michael and he started crying…

''He…''

''Looks just like you…''

''Where is he now?''

''Upstairs, asleep…''

''Can I see him? Please…''

I got up and offered him my hand… We went into the house and climbed the stairs. I opened the door of Michael's room and we got in… Brandon took a seat close to the bed and watched our boy sleep dressed in his batman pajamas… We spent about twenty minutes in the room and then got out. I closed the door and Brandon hugged me and started crying…

''Thank you… Thank you… he is perfect… Amazing…''

I wiped his tears and smiled…

''Yes, he is… And he is just like you… Come here…''

I took him to the study and turned on the computer. I showed him some videos of him playing the piano and I noticed pride in Brandon's eyes.

''He is just perfect…''

''Just like his dad….''

''Does he know something?''

''He does… He knows of you…''

''And?''

''He is very excited to meet you…''

''He is?''

''Yes, he is… He found picture of us somewhere and he wanted to know if you were his dad… He was so happy when he learned of you… And our entire family is mad about him…''

''If he is really like me, how can they not be mad about him?''

''Wow, watch the ego Foster!''

He got serious and then smiled again…

''I have a son…I am a dad…''

''Yes, you are…''

He hugged me and we stood like that for some time…

''We are parents…''

''I know… It's funny…''

''How did you manage?''

''It was very hard, but I had no doubt that he comes first…''

''I wish I was there to help…''

''I know, I know…''

He kissed the top of my head…

''I missed so much… I missed my son being born, you doing big things in life…''

''Don't say that. There are a lot of new things to come…''

''I know, but it will never make up for the past ones…''

''Maybe, but Michael would love to share things with you…''

''I wish I had a second chance…''

''We all do…''

''What now?''

''Now we deal with our family and our son…''

He smiled…

''What?''

''Our son…''

''Yes, our son… He is our son Brandon…''

''I know….''

''I must go now… I have to find place to stay…''

''Stay here…''

Both of us were surprised by what I said…

''There is a lot of room in the house. You can pick one of the bedrooms here or even pool house. If you are staying here, we can fix it up for you. He should be close to us… You need to build the relationship with him and make him feel like he is not abandoned. He fears you would not like him…''

''Thank you…''

He went to his car and took a bag. I showed him one of the empty bedrooms and brought him linens.

''I am glad you are here Brandon…''

''I am too…''

I was about to leave when he took my hadn…

''Is there a chace for us to fix our relationship?''

''It will take time…. But, let's first focus on Michael…''

''Ok… Good night…''

''Good night Brandon…''

I went to bed and fell asleep right away. I didn't get to sleep long, but I woke up with a strange amount of energy. I woke Michael up and got ready for the work. Lena was coming to pick him up in twenty minutes and I was making us breakfast. Michael was talking about something for school and he stopped. I turned to see why he stopped talking an saw him looking at Brandon. He whispered with eyes wide open.

''He is here…''

I smiled at him and so did Brandon…

''I was told you wanted us to meet… I am Brandon…''

He offered his hand to the boy who took it with a small amount of fear…

''Michael Robert Quinn Foster…''

''Nice name…''

''I know… Mom says it's in the family….''

''Callie named you after my dad and her dad… And Michael is my middle name…Quinn was her father's last name and her middle name and Foster is my last name…and hers too…''

Michael studied Brandon for some time…

''You are tall… Much taller than your dad…''

''I am… I got that from my mom's side of the family…''

''Will I be tall?''

''You could be…There is no reason not to be…''

Michael smiled. He liked Brandon… I left them food on the table and took my smoothie…

''Eat before Lena comes…''

Michael started eating and asking Brandon million questions. Brandon loved answering them and I liked their interaction. The doorbell busted the fragile family bubble…

''Here is Lena…''

Michael went to open the door…

''Grandmas! Come and see, my dad is here…''

Stef thought she heard wrong…

''What did you say?''

''My dad is here! Eating with mom and I…''

Stef and Lena stepped into the kitchen and just stood there silent and shocked to see him. Brandon gave them one of his best smiles…

''Hi, moms…''

Stef came to him and gave him a hug. She started crying along with Lena and me…

''My baby is back… I can't believe you are here…''

''I missed you mom…''

He turned towards Lena and offered her to join the hug. She joined them and he was finally in his mothers arms and they were so happy… Stef wiped her eyes…

''I can't believe you are here…''

''Callie called me and I am glad I am here… I get to spend time with my son… and maybe all of you…''

''Oh, Brandon….''

Stef hugged him again and held him close. I could only imagine how she felt holding her son after so long. I know how I felt…and mother's love is multiplied by million compared to my feelings for him. Their hugs have been broken by inpatient Michael…

''Come on! We are late for school…''

Mothers wiped their eyes and smiled.

''Kid is right… We must go… I am hoping we will see you again Brandon?!''

''Yes you will mom… I promise…''

They left and it was now my turn to go…

''I work until four… See you after…''

''When is Michael coming home?''

''Lena will bring him after school… He might have piano today, so around six…''

''Want me to make us lunch?''

''Sure…''

''Ok… See you later…''

''See you Brandon…''

I went to work and left Brandon in my house. The entire moment of him being here was surreal to me, but many things in my life were not ''normal''. I just had to learn to accept ''my normal''.