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Chapter 18: Kanan's father (part two)

Jacob Dume stared at Kanan in shock. He saw a lot of Nicole in him but he looked more like Nicole's father…like an exact carbon copy of him.

"H-how…how old are you?" Mr. Dume asked after a while.

"24 years old." Kanan answered.

"H-how's your mother?" Mr. Dume asked.

Kanan's stern look fell and turned in one of sadness. "You never knew, huh?" He said.

"About?" Jacob asked.

"When was the last time you had contact with her?" Kanan asked.

"A week after you were born." Jacob answered.

Kanan took a deep breath. "She's…she's dead." He said.

"Dead? When did she die?" Jacob asked.

"When I was five; someone broke into our apartment and killed her." Kanan said sadly.

"Who took care of you after she died?" Jacob asked.

"The state, for two years I was in foster homes and orphanages until the police officer who found me decided to adopt me." Kanan answered.

"Listen, I…I…" Jacob started but the young detective cut him off.

"Look, I know what you are going to say. Don't try to apologize." He said. "I just want to know why you never came to find me."

"We…we were young. We were in college when she told me she was pregnant, I talked with her and she told me she wanted me to be there for her but I had a scholarship in that time and if my parents had discovered I had gotten her pregnant, they would have expelled me from college." Jacob said.

"We had a discussion that day and the last thing I knew was that she had left. I didn't hear about her until she sent me a letter three months later. The last time I heard of her was when you were born."

"Did she tell you I was a boy?" Kanan asked.

Jacob nodded. "Yes, but she never told me your name." He said. "I'm guessing she named you after her father."

Kanan nodded. "Yes, my second name is Caleb." He said.

"Kanan…I'm…"

"Please don't." The young detective said cutting him off. "You answered my questions, you're free to go." He said and picked up his things.

"Kanan, you have to understand, I wasn't ready to be a father." Jacob said.

"Neither was she and yet she finished college and graduated! She managed to find a good job and a nice apartment to live in." Kanan said getting upset. "After she was killed and I was put under the care of the state, I dreamt you'd come for me and everything would be fine but when I grew up I understood you never cared." He said.

"Son...listen to me." Jacob begged.

"Don't. Call. Me. Son." The young detective said. "It takes more than blood to be a father or a mother."

Jacob stayed silent, Kanan was right. "I just have one more question." His voice said.

"Did you get married after college?"

"Yes. I got married five years after college. I have two daughters, one of them is starting college and the other one is still in high school." The older man answered.

"Did you ever tell them about…?"

"No." Jacob shook his head.

The young detective took the folder and got up. "Have a nice day, Mr. Dume." He said and left the interrogation room. He sighed tiredly and sat down on his chair, but he got up when he heard Ezra crying. "Zeb?"

"The kid fell down; I think he scrapped his knee." The older detective answered.

"I take it from here, Zeb." Kanan said and took the little boy in his arms. "Thanks."

"It's okay, buddy." Kanan said as he rubbed Ezra's back. "Daddy's here." He said.

When they arrived at the break room, the detective sat the little boy on the couch. "Wait here, bud." He said and went for some cotton, water and a Band-Aid. "Okay, let's see what happened." He said and rolled up Ezra's pant leg and saw a small scrape on his knee that was bleeding. "Don't worry son, everything will be okay."

He took the cotton and the water. "Okay, I'm going to clean your cut."

Ezra shook his head. "No." The little boy knew it was going to hurt.

Kanan smiled softly and kissed Ezra's forehead. "I promise, it won't hurt." He said and the raven haired boy smiled. Once the young detective finished cleaning Ezra's knee, he put the Band-Aid. "There, all done."

Ezra smiled and lifted up his arms. "Dada." Kanan smiled and leaned closer and the little boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck.

"You're welcome Ez." The detective said. "You want a bottle of milk?" He asked and the little boy nodded. After making the bottle, Kanan picked Ezra and laid him down on the couch, he covered his son with a blue blanket and gave him the bottle. "Here you go bud." The little boy took the bottle and started to drink the milk. Kanan smiled and ran a hand through Ezra's soft locks.

As Ezra started to drift off, Kanan got up but he stopped when he saw Jacob standing near the doorway. "What are you still doing here?" He asked coldly

"I was on my way out when I heard someone crying." The older man said. "Who is he?" He asked looking at the little boy on the couch.

"He is my son." Kanan answered.

"Are you married?"

"No, he is my adoptive son."

"W-what?"

"He's my adoptive son. His parents were killed when he was five months-old." Kanan said. "He had no-one, so I adopted him. Look, I'm not ready to forgive you, not yet." The young detective said. "And I don't know if I want you in Ezra's life."

"It's okay I understand." Jacob said. "It's a big step for everyone but I really would like to get to know you." He said.

Kanan sighed and took out a presentation card. "Here's my phone number. I know my mother would have wanted us to meet, so I will fulfill her last wish."

"Thank you, Kanan." Jacob said and left.

"Are you sure you want to take those steps?" Zeb asked.

"I don't know, Zeb. Time will tell." Kanan said.

A couple of days later…

Detroit, Michigan.

Kanan and Ezra were waiting for Depa in a park; when they saw her, Ezra ran towards his grandma. "Nana!" The little boy said.

"Hi, sweetheart." Depa said and hugged Ezra.

"Hi mom, thanks for coming." Kanan said.

"You're welcome, Caleb. I know how important this is for you." She said.

The young man smiled. "Hi mom." He said to the grave of his mother. "I'm sorry I haven't come to visit." He said sadly. "But, there's someone I want you to meet."

Depa walked closer and set Ezra down next to Kanan. "Mom, this is Ezra." The young detective said. "He is my adoptive son; say hi bud."

"Hi." Ezra said and waved at the grave.

Kanan smiled and kissed Ezra on the cheek. He might have lost his mother but he knew he wasn't alone; he had an adoptive mother who loved him very much and a little boy who was his entire life and world. Thing were good, they were good.