How Connor came to live with his father.

Chapter 5: He's Mine

Oliver's POV

"Sign here and here. Initial here and that should be everything." My secretary stated as I signed some documents.

"Is that everything, Charlton?" I asked as she nodded.

"Yes Mr. Queen… Oh, and your wife called earlier when you were in the meeting."

"Did she say anything?"

"She requested you call her immediately. She said it was extremely important."

"Thank you, Charlton. I'll call her." I responded, dialing Dinah's number as she walked out.

"Dinah, is everything all right?" I asked as she picked up.

"Ollie, I need you to come home. Now."

"Dinah, what's wrong?"

"There's a little boy over here... He says you're his father."

I practically dropped the phone.

********Break********

Throwing the front door open, I could see Dinah sitting across from a little boy and an older man... Master Jansen, my old sensei?

"Ah, Mr. Queen. It is good to see you again." Jansen said politely as he bowed.

"It is good to see you too." I replied, eyeing the kid as I took a seat beside Dinah.

"I've been taking care of Connor for about three months now as a favor to his mother. Unfortunately, I am here to deliver bad news. Sandra Hawke has passed." He stated somberly as a tear rolled down the kid's face. "And the boy has no remaining relatives, except for his father. Oliver, you are the boy's last living relative."

********Break********

"So… this can be your room. Um, Roy's room is beside yours and my room is down the hall. Artemis' room is across from yours." I said as Connor walked over to the bed and unzipped his suitcase.

God, he looks so much like me. The hair, the eyes, the body structure-

"Why did you walk out on me?" he asked softly, pulling out a picture of him and me together.

It was the first time I saw the kid. The first time I ever held him. It was a one night stand with his mother about ten years ago. I didn't even have Roy or Dinah back then. Nine months later, Sandra told me she was pregnant and I came to the hospital the day Connor was born. I didn't know how to be a father. I wasn't ready yet… I left.

"I… I wasn't ready yet." I stammered.

"You shouldn't run from your fears or mistakes." He responded, pulling out a picture of his mother.

"I'm sorry. I thought it for the better if I left… Connor?" I softly replied.

"I miss her." He sniffled as tears rolled down his face.

"Don't cry, son… I know I wasn't there for you before, but things are different now. I… I will never leave you again." I promised as I pulled him against me and he cried into my chest.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

I never asked for him. I never planned for him. But, he's mine.

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