Chapter Two
By BoxieRoxie and RebLaw
The next day…
"Well, I did tell you! How should I have known you thought I wasn't serious!"
Numbah thirteen awoke to yelling. It wasn't that uncommon, as his mother had a hatred of telemarketers who called on Sunday mornings. This did seem different somehow though, in a way he couldn't quiet put his finger on. Quietly, for him, he snuck out of bed, only tripping on a blanket that wrapped itself around his foot.
There was a pause in the conversation. He heard his mother say something in a low tone. The only words he could make out were "noise" and "check on." Thirteen decided to do what Numbah two-seventy four once told him to do, to play "possum" if he thinks he might get caught. Unfortunately by "possum" Numbah thirteen thought two-seventy four was referring to how the critters hand upside-down from branches by their tails.
That evening...
Numbah thirteen sulked back home after another failed mission. He did enjoy hanging out with his fellow operatives. They had even given him a semi-important role in this last operation.
"Pumpkin, we have to talk," thirteen's mom greeted him at the door.
Numbah thirteen's mind raced trying to figure out what he had done recently that would warrant his mom telling him that they "had to talk" in such a somber tone.
"Look, ma, I can explain…" he started.
"Hush child," she said in a gently chiding voice. "There's nothing you need to explain. I need to explain something."
His mother silently led the way to the family room. She began to explain as soon as they had seated themselves.
"You know I've never told you much about your Daddy. Truth is, I don't know that much. We met at the local Coffee Shop, he was charming, and one of the sweetest men I ever met. He went away before you were born. Last I had heard of him he had drowned himself. I'm real sorry you never got a chance to meet him. I just want you know the truth."
Numbah thirteen looked up at his mother, with an unquestionable look of hunger. "Can I get some dinner now ma? I'm starving."
That night…
A noise from the bathroom and full bladder woke up Numbah thirteen in the wee hours of the morning. Half asleep he stumbled and bumbled his way to the bathroom. Groggily, he begins to undo his PJ's to relieve himself, only to notice that there is a full blown adult, clad in yellow body suit with rolls of toilet paper for trimmings, standing in his toilet.
"Luke, I am your father."
The end of Chapter Two.
