"Let me take a look at you."
He pulled him closer to him with his shaken hands and brought him further into the light. He starred at him for what seemed like a good five minuets. He then looked at his eyes which seemed tried and sad at the same time.
They were gray...just like this.
He froze, he couldn't speak.
He eased his grip on the boy's arms and then quickly pulled back, knocking his chair over and stood there, looking down at him sitting on the bed.
But how...
He couldn't believe it.
The boy then blinked and Michael spoke with an uneven voice.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I didn't, me and Terry just came here since we heard people were still alive, I didn't know it was you until you walked up to the truck earlier."
"How..." He whispered.
Everything went blank. This was his son sitting right in front of him, the son he didn't even know about until just now.
Ana was pregnant? He tried to think but everything seemed to clash together.
What had he done, he left her all alone...
He had some much to ask, but didn't even know where to start, it was to much to take in all at once, that this little boy...sitting in front of him was his five year old son, who had traveled to this very camp all from chance.
He looked at Hunter, the way a teenager would look at a newborn, right after their girlfriend gave birth in the hospital, and the truth really hit...not everything was going to be perfect, babies cost money, they cried...they got sick, and now he was a father to this thing, he was the cause he was even here.
The same fears and thoughts had crossed his mind when he had his own children, who were now dead and gone, lost from his own thoughts and nightmares now.
He was done having kids, he had a son and a daughter...they were dead.
But somehow everything seemed to click, he had gotten Ana pregnant, not even on purpose...when it happened it was in spur of the moment, they were to caught up with their emotions to even think of who would be effected later on in the future.
He had lest her, not even knowing...not even her knowing, and she had the baby by herself.
What had he done?
He looked pale, and took a deep breath.
"Daddy?"
The words rang through this head, it made him sick to his stomach.
Hunter reached out and tugged on his shirt.
"I'm sorry daddy I'm making you sad, but they told me you died before I was born and was up in heaven, did they let you come back?"
He looked down at the boy...so young and beautiful, Ana and him had done that together, and somehow something filled his heart and just being called Daddy, made him look clearer.
If only he had gone back, he had left them all alone.
He took a step closer, and Hunter slowly slid off the bed, looking up at his tall father in the dim light of the darkness and his wide glass eyes worried and confused.
"Daddy?"
Michael snapped out of his thoughts and tears started to blur his vision of him.
He smiled through his tears and said...
"No buddy, I'm not dead."
Hunter then wrapped his arms around the leg of Michael's jeans and squeezed him tight saying that he knew he was still alive, and he looked just like how he thought he would.
Michael stood there frozen as his son squeezed his leg, tears spilling down his face.
He took a deep breath and rested his hand on the back of his son's head and closed his eyes, knowing that somehow God had always been on his side, and that he was always meant to meet his little boy.
He then spoke, he had just one question to ask.
"Hunter...where's your mother?"