I was sitting there with tears in my eyes and Uncle Jamie walked in. I jumped off the chair and ran into Uncle Jamie's arms. He picked me up and I said "Uncle Jamie? Am I adopted?" He looked at me, than to everyone else in the room then back to me. I saw Dad nod his head and Uncle Jamie walked over to the desk and sat down. He sighed really big, then got ready to explain it so the mind of a slow eight year old, could process it and fully understand it.

"Yeah, buddy you are adopted. When Joe and I were working on a drug bust, we found you in a pile of drugs. You were only three months old, had cuts and bruises all over you from where you had been abused. Joe fell in love with you when he first met you." He put his head down and smiled. He looked back up and said "Joe went to the adoption center every day to check on you. Until one day he finally got up the courage to file for adoption. When he got you, he was smiling from ear to ear. So were you, at least we think. I don't know, you were pretty unpredictable as a baby. But anyways. You two were meant for each other. The police found one thing wrong with Joe's records though, and found him unfit to be your dad. Your Grandpa wanted to keep you in the family though, so Joe could see you anytime. On your second birthday, Joe came over to the house to tell you happy birthday. He got called to go onto the job undercover again. No one knew that night, that he wasn't gonna come home again."

I looked around the room and said "Is that true? Was Uncle Joe supposed to be my dad? Did I get taken away from him and given to Daddy?" Dad was standing with his hands on his hips with his head down.

Grandpa turned and looked at me and sat a hand on my shoulder. "Joseph, with Joe being your dad, you didn't have a mom to help raise you. With Danny and Linda being your parents, you had two older brothers, a mom, and a dad. We knew that you were special when Joe brought you home that first night. That's why we kept you in the family." I looked down at my feet and contemplated on even bringing it up to them.

"What was wrong with Uncle Joe's records though, Grandpa? Why did they take me away from him? Was it something I did?" Uncle Joe walked over from the corner of the room and lifted my head.

"No buddy. It wasn't anything you did. I was just busy most of the time, especially with all the undercover work and being transferred to the Warrant Squad. And don't think for a second that it was because I didn't want you, or love you. Because you know I do. I loved you then and I love you, even more, every day because I get to watch you grow up and mature every day. I might not be there to hold your hand or play football with you, but I'll always help you and guide you on the right path." I nodded and he gave me a kiss on my forehead and gave me a huge hug.

Grandpa forced his smile, then said, "We can talk about that when you're older Xavier. But for now, It's best you don't know that." Uncle Joe leaned down to my height. He whispered in my ear.

"I love you Joseph. I'll see you soon."

I nodded, and said, "Bye Dad," and Dad asked who I was talking to. I said "Uncle Joe was in here. He left but he was in here the entire time."