Alone
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Chapter 16
"McKenna! Morgan!" Jamie yelled running into her house several minutes later, dragging me along behind her.
"What is it, Mom?" Morgan asked, rushing down stairs thinking something was wrong. McKenna followed close behind.
I came up behind her, "Was it really necessary to drag me? I would have come willingly you know," I teased. Then I saw the twins. What would have been mine had the universe not been against us all that day all those years ago.
The smile on Jamie's face spread as the twins came closer. She had told them that I was their father and she had informed me of this in the park. I'm so glad she did, too. That probably sounds rather selfish, but Adam didn't deserve them, not after what he'd done to Jamie.
"Mom…?" McKenna chanced an inquisitive glance at me before turning to her mother.
I found it absolutely amazing how much they looked like Jamie. I was relieved to see no trace of Adam in them. McKenna's long light brown hair rivaled her mother's in length and Morgan's rather spiky hair told me he'd seen a picture or two of me.
McKenna stepped forward and hugged me, catching me rather off-guard, but I hugged her back. "Daddy?" she asked, looking up at me, tears in her eyes. I nodded, wordlessly.
I'd missed so much, I realized that. But if I had known that they were alive you wouldn't have been able to stop me. I'd have been here in a second.
Morgan also moved closer, a little more apprehensively. "Dad?" he whispered. "Is it really you?"
Again I nodded. It wasn't really a lie. A father is a figure with whom you share DNA. A Dad is someone who loves you and is there for you. No matter what you do wrong, their always there for you. Too bad I never had one of those. Hell I didn't even have a father, I had a monster.
They had me sitting in a lounge chair, each of them hovering over me. Now I knew how suspects felt when Brass interrogated them. After an over-extended version of twenty 'thousand' questions, Jamie sent them off to bed, leaving her and I alone.
"They like you," she said.
I laughed, "I've sat in on interrogations before. That was worse than getting grilled by the head of the homicide detectives." I laughed.
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