1984
Paul Jr. walked into Perry's office. "Did you see the news?"
"No," Perry said. "What's going on?"
"Dr. Stevens, Dr. Leads, and Lousie are being charged with selling infants on the black market."
"What?" Della asked in shock.
"It took them this long to discover that?" Perry asked.
"They never found the files until they got a tip a week ago." Paul pulled out a file. "I told them that I'd give you this."
Perry opened the file and found information about a baby boy who had been born on the same day, at the same time, in the same hospital, as their firstborn. "Is this...?"
"That's your firstborn," Paul said.
"Do you mean to tell me that our son's been alive all these years?!" Della yelled.
"Yes," Paul said. "Did you guys see the baby after you were told he died?"
"No, we couldn't," Della said, "it was too painful. I asked a few times, but I wasn't sure I really wanted to see him."
"I have a letter he gave me to give you," Paul handed it over to Perry.
"He knows about us?" Perry asked.
"He's the one who helped with the bust. I'll leave the two of you alone. Let me know if you need anything else." Paul gave Perry a pat on his shoulder and Della a kiss on her cheek before leaving.
Perry took the letter out and read it out loud, "Mr. and Mrs. Mason, I was shocked to read the letter my late father left me. The letter said he had discovered that my adoption wasn't exactly legal. That I had been taken from my parents shortly after birth and they were told I had died. I don't expect anything from either of you. I have all I need. I've left my contact information in the event you decided to meet me and Samantha, my daughter."
"Where do they live?" Della asked.
"Connecticut," Perry answered, "I'll call and find a flight."
Perry drove the rental car up to the house. He got out and walked around to help his wife out. "It's a bit less romantic when I need your help," she joked.
Perry smiled at his wife, "nervous?"
"A little," she sighed.
Perry took his wife's arm and the two walked to the front door. He knocked and a blonde woman answered the door, "can I help you?" she smiled.
"I'm Perry Mason and this is my wife, Della," Perry said.
"Oh, you're Tony's birth parents. I'm his boss and friend, Angela Bower. Please, come in," she stepped out the way and shut the door behind them. "Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"
"No, thank you," Perry said. He helped his wife sit on the couch before joining her. "I know we should have phoned first."
"Nonsense, it's fine. He just took the kids to the park for a bit. I know he wants to meet you both, but he was afraid to ask."
Just then, Sam and Jonathan walked in, "we're back," Jonathan said.
"Where's Tony?" Angela asked.
"Pouting," Sam said.
"Yeah, he's a sore loser," Jonathan joked.
"I am not," Tony said with a pout when he walked in. "I'm not a loser if you cheated."
"We did not," Sam said.
"Yeah, you cheated," Jonathan said.
"Dad, we agreed that we wouldn't be on the same team because it wasn't fair to the other two who aren't as good," Sam explained.
"Yeah, but your teammate didn't stop to make a date with every guy who passed by."
Mona walked in, "is it my fault that I'm irresistible?"
"Yes," Tony said.
Angela decided to chime in, "mother, would you take Sam and Jonathan to the kitchen to wash up?"
"Why me?"
"I'll tell you later," Angela said as she grits her teeth.
"Fine, come on champs," Mona took the kids to the kitchen.
Tony noticed the couple on the couch, "I didn't realize you had company. Hi, I'm Tony Micelli. I'd shake your hand, but I haven't washed up yet," he joked.
"Tony, they aren't here to see me," Angela said.
"Mona?" he looked at the man, "you brought your wife to your girlfriend's?"
"Tony, no, stop," Angela sighed, "they're here to see you."
"Me?" It finally clicked with him.
"We apologize for not calling first," Perry said.
"It's probably for the best. I would have hid," Tony said.
"Tony, you said you wanted to meet them," Angela pointed out.
"Yes, but I would have chickened out."
Sam walked out of the kitchen, "dad, can we have a snack?"
"Um, sure, oh, Sam, come here for a minute." The eleven-year-old walked over to her father. He turned her towards the couple, "these are my birth parents."
"Really?"
"Yep," Perry said.
Angela had an idea, "I'll just go to the kitchen."
As Angela was walking away, Tony stopped her, "oh, Angela, don't use any kitchen appliances. The oven cleans itself, but it's not a miracle worker." Angela rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen. Tony sat on the chair that Angela had previously occupied. "Is there anything you'd like to know about me?"
"Well, our private investigator told us everything," Perry answered.
Tony noticed that the woman had said very little. "Well, do you have other children?"
"Six," Perry said.
"Six?!" Sam and Tony both said in shock.
Perry smiled, "four girls and twin boys. All born in five years."
Sam looked at the woman, "how are you alive?"
Della smiled, "I was a lot younger then."
"The last one nearly killed her," Perry said.
"Why don't the two of you stay for dinner?" Tony suggested.
"Is that alright with Angela?" Della asked.
"Oh, sure," Tony said.