Disclaimer: It's kinda the same as all the other ones.
A/N: I dunno how this is gonna work, but I'ma try and make the chapters longer. I'm kinda mad cuz you guys don't like my cool little short ones. But that's okay. I forgive you guys.
Anyways... here we go...
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"Hey." There's an obvious uneasiness in my voice. I should feel uncomfortable. This is weird. I wasn't ready to see him today. I said I was. I lied. I'm not ready. I change my mind.
"Hey." I can tell he's uncomfortable too, but then I see a small smile creep across his lips. Maybe I'm completely wrong. "It's, uh, it's been a while."
I nod. "Yeah."
"Mommy?" I look down at Brandon. Wow. Now I really see the resemblance between them. I don't know how I'm going to explain this one. It's complicated because Brandon knows he has a father named John. I don't really know how to introduce Carter without saying John; and if I do call him Carter, then he would wonder why I didn't call him John. I guess I'll just have to go with whatever my mouth decides on. This might not end well.
"Baby, this is another one of my friends I was telling you about. His, um, his name's John." That was easier than I thought.
Brandon's head immediately shoots up to look at Carter. He gives him a long, judging stare. I don't know who he got that one from. Probably Eleanor. Then, after a few seconds, he asks, "Are you my daddy?" Maybe it wasn't so easy.
Now Carter's head shoots to me. His eyes are wide. I'm willing to bet he wasn't ready for that one. All I can do is nod. I want to scream and shout it to the world. But I can only nod at this particular moment.
Brandon can't see me nodding back here. His eyes are still locked on Carter. Carter's are still locked on mine. And Susan is just kinda here. She isn't doing much of anything except for making this even more uncomfortable than it already is. Not that I'm complaining.
After a moment or two of silence, Carter breaks his death stare from me and looks at his son. Brandon is just being as patient as I've ever seen him. Carter kneels down so that he's eye-level with him and simply says, "Yeah."
Brandon's eyes light up and he practically jumps on Carter, giving him a huge hug. Carter is taken aback by Brandon's sudden movement, but after a second, he reaches around him and returns the hug. He gives Brandon a little kiss on the forehead.
What is the word I'm looking for here?
How about.. Um, Wow. Here are the two most important people in my life. My son and Carter. Carter and his son. Our son. Brandon Carter Wyczenski. And here they've met for the first time in an entrance way of a coffee shop. Maybe this wasn't the best place in the world for them to meet.
The important thing, though, is that they did meet. But I do think we should go somewhere for them to get to know each other. I look back at Susan and I see that she's crying. Tears are slowly making their way down her cheeks. I don't think she notices it though. Then again, I didn't notice, until now, the tears making their way down my cheeks also. Who wouldn't cry?
"Carter?"
He lifts his head up and looks at me. "Yeah?" It looks like his eyes are a little watery too.
"Can, uh, we go somewhere more private?"
He looks around, realizing that we are, indeed, in the middle of a coffee shop, and nods.
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We're in a cab, on the way to Abby's hotel room. I can't believe this. It is absolutely and completely amazing. I'm a dad. I am some little person's father. God, I have so many questions for her, for him too. But I'll have to wait for him to wake up from his nap. She told me his name. It's such a good name too. Brandon. I wonder if we would have named him that anyway. Like, if we were together when all of it happened.
I've missed so much if his life already. I guess it kinda makes me sad to think I will never have those years with him. But, on the other hand, I guess I'm pretty lucky to have him now.
We are almost to the hotel when Abby taps me on the shoulder. I look at her and she points down to the sleeping form between us. He is adorable. His eyes are dark brown, like mine. His hair, also like mine, is a kind of curly brown. It's not too curly though.
It was always my dream to have Abby as the mother of my kids. Have her as my wife. I know I'm really getting ahead of myself here, but maybe one day, we'll be able to have that relationship again. Maybe we'll have our own little family.
If that time ever came, I know I'd be the happiest man on the face of this earth. The whole universe, probably.
The cab pulls into the loading area in front of the hotel. I get out first, just as Susan is getting out of the front seat. I hand her some money for the fare and she pays the driver. I look back in to see Abby trying to get Brandon to wake up so she can also get out.
"Abby," I whisper to her. "Can, uh, can I take him?"
She looks at me and gives me a smile. "Yeah, sure." She whispers back.
I reach into the backseat and pull Brandon's sleeping form to me. He barely even stirs as he rests his head on my shoulders. This is amazing. I know it seems like a relatively normal action between father and son, but this is the first time I've ever experienced it.
And I love it.
Don't forget to review.
A/N: I'm not sure, like I said, when I will be able to get the next chapter up and running, but it will be ASAP, I promise. This one came so quick because I was practically done with it when I gave out that A/N. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and thank you guys so much for supporting me and this story.
A/N: I dunno how this is gonna work, but I'ma try and make the chapters longer. I'm kinda mad cuz you guys don't like my cool little short ones. But that's okay. I forgive you guys.
Anyways... here we go...
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Hey." There's an obvious uneasiness in my voice. I should feel uncomfortable. This is weird. I wasn't ready to see him today. I said I was. I lied. I'm not ready. I change my mind.
"Hey." I can tell he's uncomfortable too, but then I see a small smile creep across his lips. Maybe I'm completely wrong. "It's, uh, it's been a while."
I nod. "Yeah."
"Mommy?" I look down at Brandon. Wow. Now I really see the resemblance between them. I don't know how I'm going to explain this one. It's complicated because Brandon knows he has a father named John. I don't really know how to introduce Carter without saying John; and if I do call him Carter, then he would wonder why I didn't call him John. I guess I'll just have to go with whatever my mouth decides on. This might not end well.
"Baby, this is another one of my friends I was telling you about. His, um, his name's John." That was easier than I thought.
Brandon's head immediately shoots up to look at Carter. He gives him a long, judging stare. I don't know who he got that one from. Probably Eleanor. Then, after a few seconds, he asks, "Are you my daddy?" Maybe it wasn't so easy.
Now Carter's head shoots to me. His eyes are wide. I'm willing to bet he wasn't ready for that one. All I can do is nod. I want to scream and shout it to the world. But I can only nod at this particular moment.
Brandon can't see me nodding back here. His eyes are still locked on Carter. Carter's are still locked on mine. And Susan is just kinda here. She isn't doing much of anything except for making this even more uncomfortable than it already is. Not that I'm complaining.
After a moment or two of silence, Carter breaks his death stare from me and looks at his son. Brandon is just being as patient as I've ever seen him. Carter kneels down so that he's eye-level with him and simply says, "Yeah."
Brandon's eyes light up and he practically jumps on Carter, giving him a huge hug. Carter is taken aback by Brandon's sudden movement, but after a second, he reaches around him and returns the hug. He gives Brandon a little kiss on the forehead.
What is the word I'm looking for here?
How about.. Um, Wow. Here are the two most important people in my life. My son and Carter. Carter and his son. Our son. Brandon Carter Wyczenski. And here they've met for the first time in an entrance way of a coffee shop. Maybe this wasn't the best place in the world for them to meet.
The important thing, though, is that they did meet. But I do think we should go somewhere for them to get to know each other. I look back at Susan and I see that she's crying. Tears are slowly making their way down her cheeks. I don't think she notices it though. Then again, I didn't notice, until now, the tears making their way down my cheeks also. Who wouldn't cry?
"Carter?"
He lifts his head up and looks at me. "Yeah?" It looks like his eyes are a little watery too.
"Can, uh, we go somewhere more private?"
He looks around, realizing that we are, indeed, in the middle of a coffee shop, and nods.
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We're in a cab, on the way to Abby's hotel room. I can't believe this. It is absolutely and completely amazing. I'm a dad. I am some little person's father. God, I have so many questions for her, for him too. But I'll have to wait for him to wake up from his nap. She told me his name. It's such a good name too. Brandon. I wonder if we would have named him that anyway. Like, if we were together when all of it happened.
I've missed so much if his life already. I guess it kinda makes me sad to think I will never have those years with him. But, on the other hand, I guess I'm pretty lucky to have him now.
We are almost to the hotel when Abby taps me on the shoulder. I look at her and she points down to the sleeping form between us. He is adorable. His eyes are dark brown, like mine. His hair, also like mine, is a kind of curly brown. It's not too curly though.
It was always my dream to have Abby as the mother of my kids. Have her as my wife. I know I'm really getting ahead of myself here, but maybe one day, we'll be able to have that relationship again. Maybe we'll have our own little family.
If that time ever came, I know I'd be the happiest man on the face of this earth. The whole universe, probably.
The cab pulls into the loading area in front of the hotel. I get out first, just as Susan is getting out of the front seat. I hand her some money for the fare and she pays the driver. I look back in to see Abby trying to get Brandon to wake up so she can also get out.
"Abby," I whisper to her. "Can, uh, can I take him?"
She looks at me and gives me a smile. "Yeah, sure." She whispers back.
I reach into the backseat and pull Brandon's sleeping form to me. He barely even stirs as he rests his head on my shoulders. This is amazing. I know it seems like a relatively normal action between father and son, but this is the first time I've ever experienced it.
And I love it.
Don't forget to review.
A/N: I'm not sure, like I said, when I will be able to get the next chapter up and running, but it will be ASAP, I promise. This one came so quick because I was practically done with it when I gave out that A/N. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and thank you guys so much for supporting me and this story.