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There's no school! I'm not much of a Harry Potter fan but the super natural
intrigues the fuck out of me! Anne Rice is a literary god! I try to mimic
her writing. Iccess, thank you. At least you can think of the climax! I
just write and whatever happens, happens. Thanks PsychoBunny, I try to
shock. Oh and after this is done I'm stranded with nothing to write so if
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Mom! Did he just say mom? My God! If Misty and I are thirty now that means he must be fifteen. He doesn't look fifteen! He looks so much older, so mature. Mom! Mom! He said mom! That means, that means this kid is AJ! No! Not AJ but Anthony John, my son! John! He has my name as his middle name! My God! Wait, does he know? Does he know who his father is? Does he know I'm his father? My God! What do I do? WHAT DO I DO? Do I say "Hi son!" and wrap my arms around him or do I ignore him? Wait, let me look at him.
He does look extremely mature. I knew he was younger than Misty but I thought he was either a business partner or she was robbing the cradle. He's tall, maybe about my height if I stood up and lean but not skinny. He seems to have some muscles in his legs, arms and stomach, no not muscles but they are toned. Very toned. He's no Brock Lesnar but he's no Spike Dudley either. His hair is short and spiked, something I should have known a business man wouldn't do. It's a brown color with natural blonde highlights. His eyes are big, clear and blue like the ocean with touches of violet and green. Oh God the green. He is wearing black sneakers, black jeans and a black t-shirt. I guess his jacket is inside. It better be inside! No son of mine is going out in the freezing snow without a jacket. My God! My son!
"AJ?" Misty says in a low voice with her eyes watering. Suddenly AJ becomes very protective and crouches in front of her, touching her shoulders and leaning in real close looking concerned.
"What mom?" He asks. Mom. Again a shot of excitement flows through me.
"AJ, this is John Cena." She tells him. He looks at me a bit shocked. I guess he never expected his well dressed mother to talk to someone who looks like a thug. Misty also told me she outlawed wrestling in her house because she couldn't watch me getting hurt. So that means this kid really doesn't know who I am.
"Hello John." He says formally and extends his hand. This shocks me. At fifteen I probably would have just said "yo" or something.
"Hello AJ." I say and shake his hand. He has a good firm handshake which means he's true.
"AJ, this is, this is," Misty tries to tell him but breaks down in tears only to be embraced by her son, our son, in a matter of seconds.
"AJ, I am your father." I tell him. AJ grins and laughs a little.
"Star wars fan?" He asks.
"No AJ." Misty pushes him away a little. "He is your dad." She tells him and looks straight in to his eyes so he knows she isn't kidding. He goes from laughing to looking completely shocked.
"My father! FATHER!" He screams and looks at me. "I waited fifteen fucking years to do this!" He spits on me then storms away. He fucking spit on me. I sit there in complete shock as a horrified gasp escapes Misty's lips.
"John!" She exclaims trying to think of something better to say. Suddenly I jump off the little wall.
"Anthony John Rivers get the fuck back here now!" I scream. Anthony stops walking but he doesn't turn around. "Get back here!" I scream.
"AJ please." Misty pleads in a small voice with tears in her eyes. Finally with a loud sigh AJ turns and comes back.
"I deserve that." I tell him. "I really did. Will you just, will you hug me? You don't have to forgive me. Just a hug?" I plead. AJ stands there considering it for awhile then finally he wraps his arms around me and I do the same to him.
"I'm sorry." He whispers in my ear before pulling away. It takes all I have in me not to break down in tears.
"Don't be." I say. I take out a piece of paper and jot my number down on it. "Take this and call me." I say and hand it to him. All three of us embrace for what seems like forever until AJ reminds Misty that they really need to catch that plane. We part promising to keep in touch with each other.
As the door closes I am left alone in the dark standing on the white snow. Sure, maybe I gave AJ my jacket so I'm freezing and it's snowing but so what? I have a son. Maybe Misty and I can work things out. Maybe we can marry and move in and be a real family. If not, that's ok. I have a son. I stand there in disbelief letting the snow fall all around me feeling quite content. If this isn't bliss then I don't know what is.
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I walk back inside to see if they called our plane when I see Misty and AJ walking to the plane. They turn around to wave and smile at me. The last thing I see of them are Misty's enchanting, breathtaking emerald eyes.
**Ok. It's done! How was it? Any special requests you would like me to do?**
Mom! Did he just say mom? My God! If Misty and I are thirty now that means he must be fifteen. He doesn't look fifteen! He looks so much older, so mature. Mom! Mom! He said mom! That means, that means this kid is AJ! No! Not AJ but Anthony John, my son! John! He has my name as his middle name! My God! Wait, does he know? Does he know who his father is? Does he know I'm his father? My God! What do I do? WHAT DO I DO? Do I say "Hi son!" and wrap my arms around him or do I ignore him? Wait, let me look at him.
He does look extremely mature. I knew he was younger than Misty but I thought he was either a business partner or she was robbing the cradle. He's tall, maybe about my height if I stood up and lean but not skinny. He seems to have some muscles in his legs, arms and stomach, no not muscles but they are toned. Very toned. He's no Brock Lesnar but he's no Spike Dudley either. His hair is short and spiked, something I should have known a business man wouldn't do. It's a brown color with natural blonde highlights. His eyes are big, clear and blue like the ocean with touches of violet and green. Oh God the green. He is wearing black sneakers, black jeans and a black t-shirt. I guess his jacket is inside. It better be inside! No son of mine is going out in the freezing snow without a jacket. My God! My son!
"AJ?" Misty says in a low voice with her eyes watering. Suddenly AJ becomes very protective and crouches in front of her, touching her shoulders and leaning in real close looking concerned.
"What mom?" He asks. Mom. Again a shot of excitement flows through me.
"AJ, this is John Cena." She tells him. He looks at me a bit shocked. I guess he never expected his well dressed mother to talk to someone who looks like a thug. Misty also told me she outlawed wrestling in her house because she couldn't watch me getting hurt. So that means this kid really doesn't know who I am.
"Hello John." He says formally and extends his hand. This shocks me. At fifteen I probably would have just said "yo" or something.
"Hello AJ." I say and shake his hand. He has a good firm handshake which means he's true.
"AJ, this is, this is," Misty tries to tell him but breaks down in tears only to be embraced by her son, our son, in a matter of seconds.
"AJ, I am your father." I tell him. AJ grins and laughs a little.
"Star wars fan?" He asks.
"No AJ." Misty pushes him away a little. "He is your dad." She tells him and looks straight in to his eyes so he knows she isn't kidding. He goes from laughing to looking completely shocked.
"My father! FATHER!" He screams and looks at me. "I waited fifteen fucking years to do this!" He spits on me then storms away. He fucking spit on me. I sit there in complete shock as a horrified gasp escapes Misty's lips.
"John!" She exclaims trying to think of something better to say. Suddenly I jump off the little wall.
"Anthony John Rivers get the fuck back here now!" I scream. Anthony stops walking but he doesn't turn around. "Get back here!" I scream.
"AJ please." Misty pleads in a small voice with tears in her eyes. Finally with a loud sigh AJ turns and comes back.
"I deserve that." I tell him. "I really did. Will you just, will you hug me? You don't have to forgive me. Just a hug?" I plead. AJ stands there considering it for awhile then finally he wraps his arms around me and I do the same to him.
"I'm sorry." He whispers in my ear before pulling away. It takes all I have in me not to break down in tears.
"Don't be." I say. I take out a piece of paper and jot my number down on it. "Take this and call me." I say and hand it to him. All three of us embrace for what seems like forever until AJ reminds Misty that they really need to catch that plane. We part promising to keep in touch with each other.
As the door closes I am left alone in the dark standing on the white snow. Sure, maybe I gave AJ my jacket so I'm freezing and it's snowing but so what? I have a son. Maybe Misty and I can work things out. Maybe we can marry and move in and be a real family. If not, that's ok. I have a son. I stand there in disbelief letting the snow fall all around me feeling quite content. If this isn't bliss then I don't know what is.
~~~~~~~
I walk back inside to see if they called our plane when I see Misty and AJ walking to the plane. They turn around to wave and smile at me. The last thing I see of them are Misty's enchanting, breathtaking emerald eyes.
**Ok. It's done! How was it? Any special requests you would like me to do?**
