Okay, so this is going to be a short chapter. I just want to get this scene done, but I don't want to overdo it.

Disclaimer: Not mine :(


Alberta's POV:

I took a deep breath and looked at Stan. He gave me a reassuring smile. I could do this. I could answer my son's questions. This was one of those lucky situations where I could make my Dhampir child happy. "So, what do you want to know about your dad?"

"What is his name?"

I gave him a small smile. "Well, that is direct." I gave a small laugh and pulled my hair back. "Well, for the longest time, I thought your father was Anton Tomlin."

Nick shook his head. "Who is Anton Tomlin?"

"He was a boy I knew in Russia and he also went to the Glasgow Academy."

"Oh... Why did you think he was my dad?"

"I... I had sex with him right around when you were conceived."

"What made you decide he wasn't?"

"He and I are both too pale to have a tan son like you."

"Well, who is my father then?"

I took another deep breath. "I did a little back tracking with the dates and..." I looked at Stan. "Please don't be mad..."

He smiled and kissed me. "That was a long time ago..."

I nodded. "Nick, his name is Ibrahim Mazur."

"Ibrahim... That's..."

I smiled at him again. "Turkish."

He nodded. "Do you know anything about him?"

"Not really... I know he isn't married, he has one daughter, and he is very rich."

"Oh..."

I reached over and ran my hand through his hair. "I wish I knew more..."

Nick smiled. "That's okay. It's something. Do you know how old he is?"

I thought for a minute... "He was probably around 21 at the time. Maybe a little older..."

"Does he know about me?"

I shook my head. "No sweetie."

"I want to find him.... Can I do that?"

"Well, I can't stop you."

"Do you think he is still in Turkey?"

"I don't know. We don't really keep tabs..."

"Do you think Grandpa knows who he is?"

I shrugged. "He might..."

"I'm going to go ask him."

"Okay. You do that."

Nick started to get up, but Stan stopped him. "That's not necessary..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know Mazur."

"You do?"

Stan's POV:

"I do... or I did... We have a common friend."

Alberta looked at me. "Who?"

I smiled at her. "I will tell you later okay?"

Nick looked between us. "I think I am going to go get a snack. You two talk."

He left the room and took Alberta's hand. "You have promise me that you aren't going to freak."

"I'll try."

"I know Abe's daughter."

"You do?"

I nodded. "Her name is Rosemarie."

"Rosemarie? As in...."

"Hathaway."

"How do you know that?"

"Remember, I have known Janine since I was like 5. She told me."

"Is... is he a good man?"

"Well, I know he didn't want to be involved with Rose's everyday life, but I know he checks up on her every so often."

"Do you know what he does for a living?"

"He is a mobster... that is all I know."

"Well, that is interesting..."

"Yeah... I mean I think he is a good enough man though."

"Do you think he will embrace Nick?"

"He might... He is a son after all..."

Alberta sighed. "I wish I could tell him more."

I smiled at her. "I think he is going to get the answers he is looking for..."

Alberta took my hand and squeezed. "Stan?"

"Yes?"

"I... I want to take you to dinner tonight."

I was a little startled. "Not that I don't love the idea, but why?"

"I want to tell you what happened those nine months." Alberta leaned towards the doorway. "Nick?"

Nick poked his head in. "Yeah mom?"

"How would you like to make fifty dollars?"

"How?"

"Watch your sisters for a couple hours."

He smiled. "Sure."

Alberta smiled at me. "Come on, let's go." With that she pulled me out of the house and to the car.

Surprise! I trick you with the title didn't I? So, what do you think of Nick's dad? Pretty cool huh?

In the next chapter, it is going to be what happened the nine months after Alberta left the Academy. See you soon!