I don't own anything to do with T7S and it saddens me deeply
April 30, 1960
His baby was only eight days old, but was extremely alert. He slept in a tiny bassinet, breathing quietly. He seemed too tiny and precious to be in this cruel world. Edna was right. He wasn't able to be a father, and most likely never would be.
"Are you done yet?" she asked from inside the car. He carried the basket out and put it in the backseat.
"Who's it gonna be?"
"This guy. His name's Bud. It'll be good for him." He looked at his son through the window of his car and felt a lump start to form in his throat. As she drove away, he realized that it may be the last time he'd ever see his little baby again.
"What's up, Mrs. Forman?"
"Steven, um, sit down." He sat, looking up at his some-what parents.
"We—we have something to tell you. When I was at the hospital I found your file from when you hurt your neck, and I looked in it to make sure everything was okay." Hyde looked confused.
"What, do I have like some deadly cancer?"
"No, honey, no. It's just—I looked at your birth certificate, and…Red?"
"Steven, Bud's…" He's suddenly looked alarmed.
"Did—did he die or something?"
"Honey," Kitty said, "Bud's not your real father."
"What! Then who is?"
He sat in a quiet room, staring at a wrinkled picture of his son. He hated thinking about the day Edna left. He knew he should've done something about it, but back then he didn't have the power. Unfortunately, he still didn't. For years the loss of his son left a hole somewhere inside of him.
'I wonder where he his,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I've met him.' He sighed and looked back at the battered photo. It was getting late and he felt exhausted. He walked out onto his balcony at looked up at the stars.
"I miss you," he breathed.
"Steven, calm down."
"Who is it!" Kitty handed him the certificate. He examined it closely and his eyes widened. "You're serious?" They nodded. "YES!" Hyde grabbed Kitty and hugged her. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he shouted running down the stairs. "Guess what!" Eric was half asleep on the couch.
"What?" he muttered.
"Bud's not my dad!"
"Huh?"
"Your mom showed me my birth certificate and it's not his name!"
"Then who is it?"
Hyde smiled and said softly, "Leo."
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