Author's Notes; Update :D
Thanks to Grantley-Is-Wise, who reviewed the last bit.
Last To Know.
The world around Andrew stopped dead still.
"I'm sorry?" He choked, "you're my...son?" Then, he saw the similarities between himself, and the boy, but tried to dismiss them as best he could. "But this can't be right; I have no children."
Shaking his head in disbelief, he moved back, to close to the door,
"Kate, Taylor."
It was those two words that made Andrew freeze. Kim watched on, speechless.
Kate was Andrew's first love; she was the woman who broke his heart, moved to America, without so much as goodbye.
But that was almost sixteen years ago now.
"How old are you?" Upon realising how long it'd actually been, this information was vital.
"Fifteen."
"How long until you're sixteen?"
"December; nine months."
The times; it all fitted, but Andrew refused to believe it.
"Maybe, you should come in." Kim said, ushering a rather bewildered Andrew into the livingroom. The teenager followed, shyly pulling his bag behind him.
Andrew paced the length of the room, one hand on his waist, the fingertips of the other rubbing his aching forehead.
"How did you find me? Who sent you?" Andrew asked, harshly. His mind ran into overdrive; trying to get to grips with this bombshell. He paused when he noticed a flash of sadness in his eyes; a wave of pain in his expression.
"Kate was my mum. She died, four months ago. Cancer. It was one of her final wishes for me to find you. She wanted me to give you this." Holding out an envelope, the boy swallowed hard in his throat, as if tears were brimming beyond the surface.
Andrew took the paper, inwardly gasping for breath. It was her handwriting.
Then it all made sense to him. It all, seemed to be, right. After all, how could he deny it?
They shared the same eyes. They shared the same name. They even shared the same smile.
How could they not be related?
Although they hadn't known eachother long, Andrew believed that the boy deserved to be listened to.
"Have you a place to stay?" He asked.
"Not yet, Sir, but I'll find somewhere."
"You'll stay here. I have a spare room, I'll show you." Taking Matthew's bag from beside the chair, Andrew brushed past Kim at the door and said, "it's getting late, we'll sort this tomorrow. "
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I suppose this is a bit rushed, but I'll take my time with the next update ...
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