Chapter 384: Raven Hill
Monday, February 6th, Morning
He was home alone right now. Nathan Scott sipped at his coffee and waited; it was always better if he did this alone, the security cameras would be his backup. Haley was at work, and the kids were at school. Nathan and Haley always tried to keep these things away from LK because she doesn't handle change, well, nor the grandkids because of their age. Nathan didn't want to deal with it, but sadly he was one of the few that could do what they needed to get done.
The doorbell chimed; Nathan first looked up at the ceiling, then lowered his head in a nod. After a deep sigh, Nathan put his cup of coffee down. Straightening up, he adjusted his shirt and slowly walked with a slight hobble to the front door. Finally, he reached the front door, only after two more chimes of the doorbell.
Nathan stood at the door and rested his hand on the doorknob. Taking another deep sigh, he centered himself. Once set, he opened the door and saw the woman standing on his front porch.
This woman is another, alleged, baby momma for Nathan's youngest son Brian. Women have shown up on his porch claiming Brian fathered their child, but she was the first one in a while. Nathan took her all in; she was tall, approximately five foot seven inches, had a dancer's build, long dark brown hair, and her eyes were enchanting cat green eyes.
"Hello, Mister Scott," Miléna Venczel said.
"Good morning, Miléna," Nathan said.
Miléna nodded, "Ó, igen, jó reggelt, Mister Scott," Miléna said.
Nathan looked at Miléna. She studied.
"Sorry, I forget," Miléna said, "Good morning, Mister Scott."
"Yes, exactly, please come in," Nathan said
"Thank you, Mister Scott," Miléna said.
"You're welcome; please follow me," Nathan said.
Miléna nodded and followed Nathan back to the kitchen. Nathan offered Miléna a seat and looked at her.
"Can I get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?" Nathan asked.
"Thank you, but no thank you, Mister Scott, I'm all set," Miléna said.
Nathan nodded and took his seat. He picked up his coffee mug and took a sip. Nathan and Miléna looked at each other, almost sizing each other up.
"You wanted to see me?" Miléna asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Yes, I did," Nathan said.
"What is this about?" Miléna asked.
"Your son, Miléna," Nathan said.
"You mean your grandson," Miléna said.
"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet," Nathan said.
"Are you denying Krisztofer is your grandson?" Miléna asked.
"No, just skeptical," Nathan said.
"I'm sure," Miléna said.
"How so?" Nathan asked.
"Simple, Mister Scott, I'd not have sex with anyone else around the time I got pregnant with Krisztofer," Miléna said, "Was this because I was dancer?"
"No, why do you ask that?" Nathan asked.
"The way you are acting towards me, and Krisztofer. I find you Americans hold something against a woman because she's a sex worker, as you call it," Miléna said.
"I see," Nathan said, "That's not why."
"Then why?" Miléna asked.
Nathan shook his head, "Long story," he said.
"I am surprised you haven't wanted to meet Krisztofer yet," Miléna said.
"We don't meet the child unless it's confirmed that we are related. It's not to confuse the child," Nathan said.
"It sounds like you've done this before," Miléna said.
Nathan nodded, sipped his coffee, and looked at Miléna, "More times than I care to count," Nathan said.
"All because of Brian?" Miléna asked.
"No, not always," Nathan said.
"I see," Miléna said.
Nathan nodded.
"Mister Scott, not all women are gold diggers, or as you Americans say cynical," Miléna said.
"So, why did you come forward after nine years?" Nathan asked.
"Let's say things have changed in my life and my family," Miléna said.
"Deportation?" Nathan asked.
"No, why would you ask that? I am here legally, and Krisztofer is a citizen," Miléna said.
"I want to understand," Nathan said.
"I lost my only other family members a few months ago," Miléna said.
"I'm sorry, what happened?" Nathan asked.
Miléna sighed, "I lost my brother and his wife," he said.
Nathan's jaw dropped, "That's terrible; what happened?" he asked.
"Some sort of accident, the details are a bit, vague, I believe you would say," Miléna said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Nathan said.
"So, that's why I came here, so Krisztofer can know his family before it's too late," Miléna said, "Every child should know their family."
Nathan nodded, "I agree," he said.
"So, why do we jump through these rings?" Miléna asked.
"Hoops," Nathan said.
"Those too," Miléna said, "So, why do we?"
Nathan sighed, "To make sure we are family," he said.
"Don't believe me?" Miléna asked.
"There isn't just me and my wife, involved, Miléna. There is James, his wife, their four kids, my daughter, and my four other grandchildren," Nathan said.
"Can't just accept the truth?" Miléna asked.
"Too many bad experiences," Nathan said.
"I don't want anything but a family for my son, Mister Scott," Miléna said.
"That's a good thing, Miléna," Nathan said.
"So, we're going to talk about why I am here?" Miléna asked.
"Yes," Nathan said.
"So, let us talk about it," Miléna said.
"Let's," Nathan said.
"So, who is going to start?" Miléna asked.
"I guess, me," Nathan said.
"So, let us begin," Miléna said.
"Alright," Nathan said and reached over to retrieve an envelope. "We would like you to have your son's DNA tested."
"A DNA test, why?" Miléna asked.
"Scared that you're wrong?" Nathan asked.
"No, Mister Scott," Miléna said.
"Well, have the test and eliminate any doubt," Nathan said.
Miléna nodded, "I have nothing to hide," she said.
"Okay," Nathan said and handed her the envelope. "The appointment has been set, the address is in there, and don't worry about payment. Haley and I will take care of the costs."
Miléna took the envelope and looked it over. "Will you accept the results, either way?" she asked.
"Yes, we will," Nathan said.
"If it's negative, you will never see me again," Miléna said.
Nathan nodded, "I understand," he said.
"If the test does prove that Krisztofer is Brian's son, will you introduce him to his family?" Miléna asked.
Nathan nodded, "Slowly, but yes," he said, "for at least the three that live here."
"Why not all of them?" Miléna asked.
"Brian's oldest son lives with his Mom, and I can't speak for her," Nathan said.
"I understand, Mister Scott, is that all?" Miléna asked.
"Yes, it is," Nathan said.
"Then I will leave you to your day, Mister Scott," Miléna said, stood up, "I'll show you out."
"No need, I'll show my way out, Mister Scott," Miléna said and showed herself out of the house. Nathan retook his seat and finished his coffee.
