Title: More Than You'll Ever Know
Summary: All Adam's dad wants is for Adam to make pro-hockey. All Adam ever wanted was a friend. A friend to stick by him. He'd lost one before, and when she comes back, sparks fly, but not for the better. This chapter: Bombay makes a discovery about his past that may bring back Adam's past.
Main Duck: Adam Banks
Rating: PG-13 for language and later violence
Time frame: After D2, before and during D3 maybe after D3 if I feel like it and if you give me reviews =p
Author's Note (more like plead): Thanks for all your reviews: starstudded (Thanks! I totally agree with you. I love your story! Please update soon!), orlisgirl (Thanks! I hope you like this!), and Kelly (*smiles* I'm glad you like this so far. Thanks so much for sticking with me! MWA!)
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em. I just own Jessica and Ethan so far.
Bombay
"…your children…" the voice echoed through my head. My kids. I never told anyone. During my later years in high school, I had been stupid. There was a girl that I met who was studying to be a doctor. She was beautiful inside and out and I was totally in love. We went out a few times and soon we were going steady…
I shook my head. The memories from then on were painful and I regretted it. That night in bed, I tossed and turned until I gave up on sleep. There was no turning back. The memories just kept flowing…
*Flashback*
We had fooled around and had sex the night before. Neither of us said anything about condoms because she said it wasn't even time yet. I felt great when I woke-up, feeling up hair brushing against me. Everything was perfect.
That is until a month later when she missed her period. She went to the doctor's immediately. She was pregnant.
"I hate you, Gordon!" She had screamed, pushed me, "I hate you for doing this to me!"
"What about an abortion?" I asked desperately trying to hold onto our love.
"It's too fucking late!! They can't! The baby's too far into growth! It's all your fault! I HATE YOU!" We were standing in the middle of the hospital and frankly, I was getting scared.
"Come on, baby! I'll help you through this! I promise! We'll get married and we'll raise the child together."
"NO! GET OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER, GORDON BOMBAY!!!!!!" she shrieked. By then, everyone was staring, especially at me. They all gave me accusing stares, like I did everything wrong.
"YEAH? WELL I DON'T WANT TO BE IN YOUR LIFE ANYWAY! YOU NEVER HAD A GREAT TIME DEALING WITH DIFFICULT PROBLEMS! I HATE YOU TOO!" I screamed back, not really meaning any of what I said.
"FINE!"
"FINE!" As I stormed out of the hospital, I heard her throw something at me. Too bad it didn't hit. Nancy Morris never spoke to me again and I was told to stay out of the baby's life forever. I never told anyone and Nancy was supposed to be taking care of the kids. I wasn't supposed to be a part of their lives…
*End Flashback*
That was a long time ago. A good sixteen years ago. Nancy's lawyer called me when the kid was born. It was a boy. His name was Ethan. Ethan Matthew Morris. Not Bombay because I was to stay out of the kid's life. He wasn't supposed to know I existed.
On the phone the night before, the lawyer said there was another one, two years younger named Jessica. I knew for a fact that I was not her father, but it didn't matter because Nancy had control and custody of them. I didn't know why she wanted me to meet the kids. They wouldn't care. And besides, Nancy hated me, that I was sure of it.
At 10 AM, I walked into a law firm, much like the one I used to work at, and asked for Harry McDougal. The secretary pointed to a large office on the right. When I knocked, I heard a voice, "That must be him," then, "Come in!" I opened the door, somewhat cautiously. The guy sitting behind the desk smiled at me, "Gordon Bombay?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Harry McDougal, nice to meet you." We shook hands and he sat down again. I took a seat on the other side of his desk.
"Now this boy is definitely yours?" he got right down to business.
"Yes, but the girl isn't. I left Nancy as soon as she threw me out of her life. That was even before Ethan was born."
"I see…well in that case, we might have to separate-" at that word, I caught on.
"Wait a minute. What's going on?"
"Oh, you didn't know? Nancy Morris, mother of two, has been caught and is being convicted for drug and alcohol abuse, along with child abuse," he said, like it meant nothing. This boy, Ethan, my kid was being abused by his mother! A woman I thought I loved! And his sister! Raised on an abusive mother! That was ridiculous.
"What's going to happen to them?"
"They're at an orphanage now. You have full rights to legal custody of Ethan, but since Jessica isn't yours…" he trailed off in that horribly annoying way.
"Where's her father?" I asked abruptly.
"He died in a car accident. He was hit by a drunk driver and died almost immediately because of impact."
"So while Ethan comes to live with me, Jessica's stuck there?" At the orphanage?"
"Yeah, basically."
"Well what if I want to take Jessica in too?"
"You'll have to fill out papers and such."
"Where's this orphanage?"
"Edina Orphanage. It's downtown."
"I'll go tomorrow morning."
"Good, good. I'll call them to let them know you're coming for Ethan and Jessica."
I thanked him and left. There was no way I was letting my kid down. Not like last time, the way I left Ethan. They would be happy and I was positive that the Ducks would like them. The Ducks were tolerant. If they could accept Adam Banks, they could accept anybody. Not that Adam wasn't a good kid. It was just that he had been their mortal enemy.
I spent the rest of the day setting up the spare room in my house. They'd have to share, but I was sure they'd live, unless we had access to their current house, which probably wasn't too far from Edina.
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