Blake's POV:
Chase going into my room and seeing the photo album with pictures of me, Lily and him wasn't surprising. He's always been curious-just like I was when I was little. My parents decided that Chase shouldn't know I was his father. They decided that what was best for Chase was that they think my parents were his parents, and that I was Chase's big brother. It killed me to pretend that Chase wasn't my son, to act like his big brother, instead of his father, like I really was. And now Chase was asking questions, questions I couldn't answer without telling him the truth. So I decided I was going to.
"Chase, I will tell you what happened to him, but you have to promise me you won't tell our parents. Let me tell them." I said.
"Okay, Blake. What is the truth?" Chase asked.
"The truth is that I'm your father, and Lily was your mother. I'm sorry it took so long to tell you." I said.
"You're…you're my father?" Chase whispered.
"Yes, I am. Are you okay?" I said.
Chase's POV:
I could barely believe it, couldn't really fathom that Blake was my father.
"Blake…all these years, you didn't tell me?" I said.
"I know, Chase. I should have. I'm sorry." Blake replied.
"Who decided that I shouldn't know, Blake?" I inquired.
"My parents. They decided that it would be better if you thought that my parents were yours, and that I was just your big brother." Blake said.
"Thank you for telling me the truth, Dad. Can I call you that?" I asked.
"You can, Chase. It feels good to hear you call me that." Blake replied.
" Well, Dad-can I get a tattoo?" I inquired.
"Not until you're eighteen, Chase." Blake said, laughing. We sat in the living room, talking and laughing until it was dark.