All right everybody, I know it's been a while since I updated. What can I say, writer's block. Well, I know that was a bit of a cliff hanger, so here you go. Hope you like it.
Robby stood there, the expression on his face was a mix of surprise, happiness, and confusion. He looked straight into the woman's eyes. They were shiny brown, and twinkling from laughter. He then studied her face a bit closer. He had her nose, her ears, even her lips. Her hair was lighter though, and it shined a bit with blonde highlights. His mouth was gaping open, he looked just like her.
"You...you...you're my mom. You're Abby. And, you...you're Susan Lewis. Wow," Robby stuttered.
"I think I'm gonna leave the three of you alone, now," Malik bailed from the lounge, leaving three open mouthed people looking like they came straight from a comic book.
"Are you, umm...are you Robby?" Abby said a look of shock still plastered on her face.
"Yep, I'm Robby. And now I know you've gotta be my mom. Dang, I mean seriously, dang. I look just like you," Robby replied calmly, a huge smile on his face.
Tears slowly fell down Abby's cheeks. She had known when she had placed that picture in the car seat with her baby boy almost ten years ago, she had wanted this to happen. She just didn't think it would've happened this fast.
"Yea honey, I'm your mom. And you're my son," Abby had this melancholy look on her face. "God, you're my son. You're so, big!"
"Yea, of course if you're my mom, I've gotta be your son," Robby replied earnestly.
"Hey honey, how did you know to look for me?" Susan suddenly jumped in.
"Well, duh. My mom put a picture of her and my dad in my car seat when she left me at the church. The picture had my mom and dad's names on it. And, you signed it," Robby said as if any dumb person would've known.
"Oh yea, yea. I totally forgot about that picture. God, how old are you?" Susan asked, stunned.
"I'm nine. I'm not exactly sure when my birthday is though, I just wait for the beginning of the year, then I'm a year older. I wait for the beginning cause that's when my mom left me on the steps. It was January 2, to be exact," Robby said coolly.
"December 31," Abby said.
"What?" Robby asked.
"You were born on December 1, 6 lbs 9 oz, 11:59 PM, Robert Jacob Carter - Wyscenski," she said. When Robby looked up at her, she had tears flowing freely down her cheeks and a huge smile that reached her eyes on her face.
Robby smiled, bigger than he had ever smiled in his life. He took a step forward, arms outstretched, and looked to his mother for approval. She laughed and nodded, taking one short stride and pulling his small frame onto her lap, sinking into the couch.
"Susan, Abby, we gotta trauma coming in. Church fire, no majors just a few kids and some nuns that need to be checked out. Hey, who's this little guy?" a man in his mid thirties walked in and asked. He had brown hair, the same color as Robby's, and his eyes were a darker brown that Abby's, a color that matched Robby's.
"John, this is our son. This is Robby," Abby replied.
"Oh my God," was the only reply Carter gave. That is, before he ran over to the cough and pulled them both into an embrace.
