Jeff's POV

I got up the next morning. I decided maybe I should check on Clark. And he could be up, so I might as well. I carefully pushed the door open a little bit to look in and smiled at the sight.

He was fast asleep and he had the bear Nick and I had gotten him in his arms. I guess he did like it.

I then went downstairs and started to make breakfast. Since it's Clark's first official day with them, I thought I could make something special.

And if Clark thought the pizza last night was good, wait until he tries my pancakes.

As I finished making the batter and started to cook them, Nick came down.

"I could smell them from the bedroom." Nick said and I smiled. He loved my pancakes.

"Well, it's Clark first day with us. So I thought I should make these." I said. "Do you think he'll like these?"

"Honey, he liked the pizza last night. He is going to love these." Nick commented and I laughed. Nick then went into the fridge and put some juice on the table, Clark could decide what he wanted when he got up. "Oh, Jeff, we might need to go shopping. Because all we really have left is pizza and juice." Nick said and then laughed a little.

"I guess we could take Clark with us. We could go after we get him registered for school." I said. Then something occurred to him. "Did you find out where he went to school last?"

"Well I talked to Melinda and well, Clark apparently has been homeschooled. He hasn't been to any school, but it was strange Melinda said he didn't have many records—he doesn't have many records for anything." Nick said, he found it strange. "It wasn't just for school, he didn't have many medical records, dental records, and any other records you could think of."

"Music records?" I questioned and then laughed.

"Jeff, be serious!"

"Sorry, but what does that mean?" I asked, I mean Clark had to go to school and there wasn't really a way for us to homeschool him. I was a Middle School teacher and Nick was a dentist. And it's not like we could leave a seven year old here by himself.

"Well Melinda said, he has to take a test to see what he knows, if they can put him in second grade." Nick said. "But Melinda said it should be fine. But she also said, we would also need to get his medical and dental records updated, since there wasn't much to find, but said to wait on that for a little bit."

"Well right now he should get used to us. It'll be harder if right away we push him to see doctors and dentists and all that." I stated. No kid likes going to the dentist or doctor, I would definitely know, so it's good to wait on that. Especially since Clark is still getting used to us.

"Well breakfast is pretty much ready, so why don't you get him?" I stated and Nick nodded and went upstairs.

Clark's POV

I felt someone shake me awake and then I opened my eyes. I looked around the room and then my eyes found Nick. "Morning Clark." He said to me.

"Morning." I said and then sat up.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Nick asked me. I grinned, wow, they were going to let me have something to eat for breakfast. Well I guess it won't be an everyday thing, just occasional like my mom did.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Jeff's making his special pancakes." Nick told me. Pancakes? I have never had one. I have always seen people eating them and wondered if they are as good as people make them out to be. "Come on, let's go downstairs." I followed him downstairs and then sat at the table; same place as last night.

"Morning Clark." Jeff said. "Question, do you like chocolate?" I have only ever had chocolate once and it was good. My mom got it for me once when she came home late, it was amazing.

"Yes." I said.

"Okay, I'll put some chocolate chips in these." He said. Then I looked and saw that some were already made without the chocolate chips. He then walked away from the stove and gave me a plate with a flat pancake on it. Then Nick came over and butter and some sticky brown stuff on it. I looked on the bottle and it was called syrup.

"Try it." Nick said. "It's good."

I eat some without hesitation because if I don't they'll get mad at me and I don't want them to get mad when I haven't even been here a day yet.

I tasted the pancake, wow this is good. I guess the TV was right and pancakes were really good. Now I know why my mom wouldn't share with me when she had a pancake one time. It was too good to share, I guess.

Then eventually Jeff stopped cooking and both he and Nick sat down at the table with me. Wow, twice in one week? I probably shouldn't get used to this, but I like it.

"Do you want something drink?" Nick asked me and I nodded. "Whatever you want. We have grape, apple, and orange juice."

"But orange doesn't really taste good with pancakes." Jeff then said. "But you can have whatever you want."

"Grape?"

Then Nick poured me some grape juice. It was still as good as it was yesterday. I finished the pancake and juice. Then I tried one with chocolate chips. That was even better.

"Okay Clark, so today, we're going to take you to this school down the street. And then afterwards, we'll go to the store." Nick told me. I guess they weren't going to be teaching me here. I have never been to real school, my mom always said it's awful.

"We'll go later, so you can go watch TV or something for now. And then we'll get dressed and go." Jeff told me and I nodded. I walked out of the kitchen, but I tripped over the rugs and feel into the table. Then there was a smash, after this glass thing hit my leg. Pieces everywhere.

Can't go even one day without messing up, Clark!

Jeff's POV

I heard a smash. Nick and I went out and saw pieces of glass and then Clark on the ground, his leg was bleeding a little. Oh, he must have tripped over the rug.

I walked over to him and his breathing picked up and he started to cry. "I'm—I'm s-sorry! It-It was an a-accident!" He sobbed and then he started to shake. "I'm sorry!" I looked back to Nick and then back to Clark. He must think we're going to be mad at him.

I picked him up and then brought him over to the couch, while Nick would clean up the mess. I put Clark down on my lap and he was still crying. I started to rock him and rub his back. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay." I soothed and then he moved his hands from his eyes.

"Y-You're n-not mad at m-me? Aren't y-you going to p-punish me?" He asked—but he didn't anything wrong. He then squeezed his eyes shut, like I was—did he think I was going to hit him?

"Clark, you didn't do anything wrong. It was an accident." I said as I rubbed his back. "And even if you do something wrong, neither Nick nor I would ever hit you, if that's what you're afraid of."

Clark open his eyes and looked at me. "Then when what are you going to do with me?" He asked.

"You said it was an accident, right?" I asked and he nodded as another tear fell down his face. I wiped it away. "Well, then we're not mad. Right now, I care that you got hurt." Clark then looked at his knee, I guess he didn't realize it.

Nick then came over with the first aid kit. "Alright, I'm going to clean this up for you." Nick told him and he nodded. I noticed that he seemed scared, of course I would be too.

"You can hold my hand if you want." I told him and he grabbed my hand tightly.

"Alright, this may sting a little." Nick said and then Clark buried his head into my shoulder and winced as Nick cleaned up the cut. A minute later, he put a bandage over it. "There, you'll all done."

Clark's POV

I kept my head buried into Jeff's shoulder, I felt a sting, it wasn't too bad, but there was probably another part that would hurt more. But then, he told me I was done.

I looked and there was a brown bandage on my knee. It didn't even hurt really. I guess Nick's not a doctor, or else he would have hurt me. I guess that's a good thing.

"You're okay." Jeff said and put my head back on his shoulder and instead of pushing me away or telling me to get off, he wrapped his arms around me. No one has ever let me hold their hand, especially when I was scared. And my mom never held me before. "You're okay." Jeff whispered.

This was really different. They let me eat with them. They made me breakfast. They didn't get mad at me for breaking something. They didn't hurt me. And he's holding me. This is different.

I like it.