Javier settled Chabe into bed. He walked into the living room and looked at the paper. It said in clear handwriting:

Give me a call and I will explain everything to you. 555-3574. Ask for Susie.

Javier picked up the telephone and dialed the number. An unfamiliar woman picked up the phone.

"Hello. Could I please speak with Susie?"

"Yes, just a minute."

"Hello, Susie here."

"Susie, this is Javier. I got your message."

"Oh, hi Javier. Do you want to know about Katey?"

"Yes, do you know where I can contact her?"

"Yeah, I think she should explain everything to you herself. I'll give you her address and tell her you're coming."

Javier wrote down the address and thanked Susie for her help.

Susie called Katey and told her that a visitor would be coming the next day. Susie refused to tell her who it was, so Katey just waited. She was a little anxious as to who was coming. She thought it was probably an old college friend. Katey had graduated from Radcliffe about three years ago. Susie was never one for school, so she took a job at the diner right out of high school. Now 22, she was looking to get married. She was dating a guy who was really cute. His name was Erik and he had a good job. Susie said she loved him, but no one was really sure whether she really loved him or his money.

Ding Dong. The doorbell at the white house on Cedar Street rang loud and clear. Katey sighed as she paused to answer it. The mystery visitor had slipped her mind as she ventured down the front hall past a mess of toys towards the front door. She opened the door and a faint "Oh" escaped her lips.

"Katey, it's me," Javier said with a smile. Katey just stood there, her face white as a ghost. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders as Katey stood there, aghast. "Are you happy to see me?" Javier wrapped her in a hug.

"Javier?" she asked. "Is that you?" Tears of joy filled her eyes as she returned the hug.

"You're still as beautiful as I remember. What's going on?"

Katey led Javier inside. It was a beautiful house. He noticed the baby toys and a sense of suspicion came over him.

"Tim, come here," Katey called. "Look who's here."

A man about Javier's height came in the living room carrying a little girl, about two years old. Javier shook his hand and smiled. Katey took the baby off of Tim and nodded for him to leave. Javier sat down on the expensive red sofa. Katey sat down next to him and placed the baby on the floor.

"Well, Javier," Katey began. "I've moved on. You didn't write, so I thought you didn't love me anymore. I went to Radcliffe and during Sophomore year, I married Tim, who was my classmate. He didn't judge me. And this is our baby, Michelle. She's just turned two."

"Judge you?" he asked.

Katey sighed. She took his hand. "Oh Javier. This is so hard to tell you. When you didn't return my first letter, I decided not to tell you."

"Please tell me," Javier said.

Katey sighed again. "When I got back from Havana, I started getting sick. And then, I found out I was..."
Javier's eyes widened. "You mean?"

"I was pregnant. I wanted to tell you so bad. But since you didn't write back, my mother, you know her, forbid me to tell you. Tim is like a father to our baby, but I would love for you to meet him. He's the spitting image of you. He has your curly, jet black hair; your olive skin; your chocolate eyes; and of course, your beautiful smile."

"Can I see him? Is he here? Does he know about me?"

Tears filled Katey's eyes. "I'm sorry..."

Javier stood up. "You mean, we have a baby and he doesn't know about me?"

"He's seen the film reels. He's only six, and he doesn't really question. He has asked if that was his father, but I always told him the time will come."

"Now is the time. Where is my son?"

Katey nodded and picked up Michelle. She walked into the kitchen and gave Michelle to Tim. She walked upstairs and returned, followed by a mini-Javier. Katey was crying, but Javier remained strong.

"Javier, this is your son," Katey led the boy into the living room. He looked so confused. He looked at Javier and realized the truth. Even at the young age of six, he had suspicions that Tim was not his real father. He never said anything though. This mean, Javier, looked like him. But the boy stood there staring.

"Katey, please," Javier asked.

"Javier, this is your son, Robbie. He is six years old. His birthday is September 9, 1959."

Javier stood up and hugged the little boy. "Hola, Robbie. Soy su padre."

"What?" Robbie asked.

"I am your father. I am from Cuba."

"Cuba? Isn't that the place where the guy took it over and it's still not good? Are you the guy from the film that was dancing?"

Javier gulped. "Yes, I was dancing with your mother."

"Mom, I get to spend time with my real Daddy, right?" Robbie asked eagerly.

Javier smiled and looked at Katey. Through her tears, she nodded. Tim heard her crying and came in carry Michelle.

"What's going on?" Tim asked, setting down the baby.

"This is my Daddy," Robbie exclaimed happily, hugging Javier. Javier stood up and picked Robbie up with him.

"Glad to see that you finally showed up and took some responsibility," Tim said coldly.

"Tim, no, I never told him," Katey began. "Don't start." Katey knew Tim had a temper. She never intended for Javier to come back and find out. She knew this would happen if Javier came back.

Javier's smile faded. "I'm sorry, but Katey never told me about our son." He held Robbie close.

Katey was still crying. She pressed herself against Tim to muffle her tears. Tim put his arm around her. "I raised that boy as my own since I married Katey. Now that you show up, you think you're going to step in as his father?"

"I am his father."

"Biologically."

"And you think I wouldn't have done something had I known about him? I had to raise my sister after my mother died. I had to make sure Carlos took care of his family and stayed out of trouble. Now, I have a son to take care of and I will try my hardest to send money to take care of him and I would like to spend time with him."

"I don't want you near my family again." At this point, Tim's large circular head was bright red. His formally neat, blonde hair was now tousled and straggly. Katey, tear-stricken, tried her best to hold Tim back. Michelle was on the floor whimpering. Katey bent down and picked her up. Robbie clung tight to Javier's neck. Javier tightened his grip on his son.

"I am taking my son, since this anger issue you have isn't fit for young children."

"Wait, Javier," Katey cried. "Don't take my son. I love him too." For half a second, Javier thought that Katey was going to say she loved him. He knew it. Katey had moved on and loved Tim now. They had a happy family. Now, Javier came and screwed it all up. Javier had to finally admit it. He still loved Katey, and he hadn't moved on.

"I have to pick up my sister from school. I'd like to take my son, with me to meet his aunt."

Katey nodded. "Take him. Just make sure he's home by 8:30, he has school tomorrow too."

Javier said ok and carried Robbie out the door.

"Daddy, how come you didn't come for me before?"

"Well, Robbie, your Mommy never told me about you. If I knew that I had a son, I would have come from Cuba in a heartbeat."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course, son."

Robbie smiled and hugged his dad.

"How about I put you down and we walk to the school. You can meet your Aunt Chabe. She's twelve."

"Will she like me?"

"Yes, she was good with our other nephew, Rafael. He's a little older than you, but he still lives in Cuba."

"Is that the school?"

"Yes, do you go there?"

"Yep, I was off because the first grade was especially good at a meeting so we got a reward."

"That's good. Oh look, there's Chabe."

Chabe saw Javier and ran over to him. She began asking a million questions, all in Spanish. Robbie stood there confused.

"Robbie, this is your Aunt Chabe. Chabe, this is my son Robbie. Katey just told me about him."

"Are you going to marry Katey?"

A knot formed in Javier's stomach. "No Chabe, Katey is already married to a man named Tim. They have a baby named Michelle."

"I don't like Tim very much. He treats me different from Michelle. He buys her all sorts of toys and nothing for me and then lies to Mommy about it. And if I don't lie too, Tim spanks me."

Javier's face was furious. No one beats my son.

Javier picked Robbie up and led Chabe to the apartment.

"Chabe, why don't you show Robbie your toys."

"Si, this way Robbie." Chabe took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Javier picked up the phone and called Katey.

"Hello, Katey? This is Javier."

"What's the matter? Is Robbie all right?"

"Yes, Robbie told me something I think you oughta know."

Javier explained what Robbie had told him. He sensed tears in Katey's eyes by the way she spoke.

"Are you sure?"

"Katey, I would never lie to you. I-I love you, still."

"Oh, Javier, I'm married, but I don't know why I said yes. I guess I just wanted Robbie to have a father. All along I wished it was you that I was sleeping next to. Not Tim, he is so horrible to Robbie. And divorce is a scandalous thing."

"Follow your heart, Katey. Good-bye."

Javier hung up the phone and went to play with his son.