Chapter 2
Owen POV
"Owen, you have a son".
Those fateful words the once, yet still, love of my life said shocked my right to my core. I tried to remember to fifteen years ago when my life had been full of happiness and love for Claire. When I enjoyed life. I didn't even notice the difference in her behaviour of anything that I was trained to see.
I thought what if I hadn't have told of my potential moving across the sea so bluntly, I might have had a life with my child. Our son. I wish I could go right back to that moment and changed it from ever happening but I couldn't, the past stays the past.
I quickly looked up but I couldn't see Claire or my son anywhere. I heard a car door slam shut and looked up to see Claire and my son and his friends, I hope, drive off into the distance. I chase after them shouting for Claire, hoping she will return to me.
She doesn't, she carries on driving like nothing ever happened.
I turn around to see Barry; he gives me a pat on the shoulder and a sad look before saying "his friends said his name is Carson, Carson Grady". With that he walked off to the raptors.
Knowing my son's name finally gives me the reality that I needed. I have a son, Carson, I've never seen him before now and I want, no I need to know him. He's my own flesh and blood and I want to know him, for him to meet me. I want my son to know his father.
I walked to my motorbike, got on and drove down the roads passing all the herbivore dinosaurs. I tried to remember what my son looked like. He definitely had my brown hair but he had his mother's bright green eyes. He had my body shape, tall and already a bit muscular, my nose too but everything else was his mothers. They looked so much alike, it was probably hard to tell he was my son apart from our shared surnames. I just hope he had some of my personality traits, I pray he gets my awesome sarcasm and wit, because that would wind Claire up like crazy. I laughed.
I realized I was heading to the central building. I might as well see where Claire and Carson are living. I asked Lowery my umm good friend where they were living, with a bit of hmm motivation he told me, I thanked him and walked happily on my way. I walked up to the penthouse floor and knocked, luckily Carson answered. He opened his mouth to call Claire undoubtedly but I quickly put a finger to my lips, to tell him to shut-up. He luckily obeyed.
"What are you doing here?" he asked me curiously. I quickly answered that I wanted to see my son and get to know him. He nodded his head and asked if I wanted to see 'mom'.
"no thanks, buddy, why don't you say you're going out and you can come and hang out with me, I can always talk to your mom later" I replied , he smirked and shouted up to Claire that he was going out.
"Good on ya" I said before we walked to the elevator to have what my son said 'was one of the best days of his lives'. I smiled at that, in your face Claire.
We had gone on all the rides, we had talked a lot as we both wanted to know about each other, we got some lovely high fat food, which Carson said his mom never let him have, I took Carson to all the authorised personnel only areas. To sum it up we had an awesome day. Plus it turns out Carson did inherit my good wit and sarcasm, which I'm very proud of.
We got back into the elevator at the end of the day and I didn't feel nervous at all considering my soon to be death because, my son liked me. The lift dinged and we walked out only to see Claire sitting on the edge of the sofa, her arms crossed and her eyebrows so low down and angry looking you could barely see her eyes. She got up and stalked over to us and then proceeded to slap me one round the face.
"Where have you been Carson? Why did you think you had the authority to kidnap my child Owen?" Claire nearly snarled at us, staring blankly into my eyes.
"Well Dearing, my son and I have been bonding because you know; you hid him from me for nearly fifteen years!" I said my voice getting louder each second. I looked into her eyes and I knew I had said the wrong thing. I was dead.
And the ribbon, my heart, which Claire had left behind with, once again ripped into shreds. I had thought I could feel it getting better with Carson but Claire had just put it through the shredder again with one careless glance.
All rights go to Michael Crichton, Rick Jaffa and Amanda Silver. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review, shall Owen be killed or not? .