Jude...

"What was that all about?" I asked Tommy carefully as he brushed by me and the rest of his family through the doorway into the kitchen and out into the hallway before slamming his fist into his palm as if by doing so, he was keeping himself from damaging the interior of his home. It made me nervous—this furious, almost hurt Tom as he paced the length of the floor in utter irritation. He looked up at me as I stepped into his path.

"What was that all about?" I asked again firmly in a tone that didn't brook any arguments. He paused before looking down into my face almost warily.

"It's a long story, Jude." He commented as I fisted my hands together and planted them on my hips resolutely. Just because we had been intimate didn't change the fact that I could argue the man under a rock if he wasn't careful.

"It's a good thing that I like stories then, huh?" I replied as he sighed deeply before finally pointing reluctantly past me at his bedroom door. Something told me he didn't want anyone else privy to this conversation so I shrugged before turning on my heels and walking into the room—moving to sit down on the bed in a cross-legged position as he paced again. Lord knows, I was getting sea sick.

"It wasn't about how we…?" I began as Tom shook his head—interrupting me as he looked up suddenly.

"It was about me being a bastard, Jude. About the fact that the reason my last name is Quincy instead of Romano is because I changed it when I discovered that my father wasn't the same as Maddie and Matthew's." Tommy remarked as I just stared at him in stunned disbelief. Okay. Wait a minute! Let me get this straight. He was basically the result of an affair? I processed that information before looking up at him uncertainly. Okay, so he had a different father? He had obviously known this for a while since he had made the decision to change his name so how come he had suddenly grown angry enough today to throw something? I knew how Quincy worked. It had to have been something drastic….

"That's not what made you so angry." I pointed out firmly as I looked over at him—interrupting my own thoughts with the statement as he shook his head. I took in a deep breath as I waited—watching as he stopped pacing long enough to stare at me in uneasy silence.

"No, the reason I got angry is because my mother offered to send me to Greece to meet my real father if I said I didn't love you." Tommy admitted as my blood suddenly ran cold. What? She hadn't! She couldn't have done something like that! Our relationship—or possible relationship—was too new for her to offer him something like that—something he had probably wanted for a long time now. I sighed as I processed Tom's confession before closing my eyes briefly.

"You should take her offer." I almost whispered—leaving my eyes closed as I listened to the shocked silence that followed my words before his footsteps began moving slowly toward me. I felt the moment his finger tilted up the bottom of my chin and I opened my eyes to see him leaning over me in confusion.

"Jude…?" He began as I smiled sheepishly before shaking my head to dislodge his hand.

"You never know when you might get that opportunity again. Only your mother knows where he lives, right?" I asked as he nodded. I had assumed as much or that Greece trip wouldn't seem like such a tantalizing offer right now.

"I didn't even know he lived in Greece until she let that slip." Tom answered as I shrugged—schooling my features into a bland mold of acceptance.

"Then you should go." I remarked simply as Tom sat there a minute before shaking his head again.

"No." He proclaimed roughly as he stood up and moved toward his dresser—opening drawers and dumping out shirts and etc. onto his floor.

"We're returning to Toronto." He stated firmly as I watched him a moment in quiet trepidation. Fine, we could return to Toronto, but I was going to find a way to get him to Greece. We had enough obstacles in our lives for his mother to try and make me an added problem. I didn't want to be a problem. I wanted to be an asset.

"Fine." I mumbled as I continued to observe while making silent plans of my own.