Just Like Daddy
Disclaimer: The writer does not own the Jonas Brothers, Camp Rock, Demi Lovato, or anyone else featured in the aforementioned story.
Everyday, Mitchie Torres cursed herself for loving Shane Gray. Even now that he wasn't here – that was what she liked to call it, she couldn't think of anything else or the nightmares would return- she still found little things that reminded her of him, reminded her of their dysfunctional, passionate, absolutely wonderful relationship of the past. These things, she tried to eliminate- she burned all the photos, threw away all the letters. But of course, it was just like Shane to leave her something that she could never get rid of, because she loved it too much. A baby boy.
Daniel Torres; that was his name. She refused to use Shane's last name. It was better for her to be known as a single mom, rather than Shane Gray's pathetic ex-girlfriend. Even from the beginning, it was clear that Daniel was a beautiful baby. He had a wisp of somewhat brown hair, and large brown eyes. These things she was grateful for. At least, he looked a little like her. And then, once he turned two, everything changed. His eyes took on a shocking shade of chocolate brown, his hair grew perfectly jet black. Just like his daddy.
Mitchie grew worried. Now Daniel looked nothing like her. She often took comfort in knowing that he own father had brown eyes, but the issue of Daniel's black hair often troubled her. She had auburn hair, the exact same shade as her mother's. But she could never bear to dye it, because it was just like his daddy's.
At four, Daniel went to kindergarten. It grew even more obvious that he was more like his father than anyone else, for even his temperament was like Shane's. The very same, fiery, determined character that sometimes grew mild; the same one that could make Mitchie laugh. One day, when she stopped to watch as he ran to the sandbox, she overheard a passing comment by one of the teachers to another. "Daniel is such a handsome boy. His mother is beautiful, but he looks nothing like her. He must look just like daddy."
It drove Mitchie insane for a while, and she often worried at night about her young son. What if he took after Shane when he was older as well? People would know that he was Shane's son. Even now, when she compared baby photos of Shane to Daniel, she saw the same boy. But there was just one thing, a small ember of joy that kept her, quite possibly, sane. Daniel could sing. Just like daddy, his voice rose and soared above all others, even when he was just singing his alphabet. The teachers loved his voice, and allowed him to sing for the other children. Daniel's voice was one of envy and awe.
Mitchie loved Daniel more than she loved life itself.
Just like she loved Daddy.
A/N:
Review. I hope you liked this, it meant to be one of overall happiness, if a little sad at some parts. I suppose you can call it a sequel to What If.
Dedicated to the wonderful Kitlea.