DISCLAIMER: I do not own DC or any of the cast or crew. I do own Camilla and her story. This is purely fictional and for entertainment only. :)

A/N: I'm starting this story up again. I also have rewritten this chapter, I went back and reread what I had written and didn't like it. Hope you enjoy

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Camilla woke up to banging on the door. She groaned when she rolled over and seen that it was 9 a.m. She walked down the hall into the livingroom and up to the door. She swung it open and seen Jake. She went to close it but he stopped her with his foot.

"What the hell do you want, Jake?" She asked with a sigh.

"I flew up here to talk to you and that's what I'm going to do."

"Give up, Jake."

"No." He told her firmly. "I've gave up a lot in my life and I'm not doing it anymore."

"Fine." She said with a huff.

She let him in and closed the door.

"Where the hell is everyone?" She mumbled seeing an empty house.

"Your mom, dad and grandpa are at the diner." He told her. "I seen them there while I was eating."

"Ok, you wanna talk…let's talk." She said going into the kitchen to make coffee.

"Oh, cut the bullshit act, Cami." He said walking up to the kitchen counter. "This tough girl, I'm not hurt bit is getting a little old."

"Excuse me?" She asked turning around to face him.

"You wanna know everything about me?" He asked taking his hat off and putting it on the counter.

She raised her eyebrow.

"I started using way before people realized. Before long, I was addicted. I never thought I'd become an addict, I never wanted it to be like that. Here I was 24 years old and I was addicted to pills. I don't know why either. I mean I had a kickass job, a house, a car…everything. Then when dad…"

He choked up a little and Camilla placed her hand on top of his.

"It's ok, Jake."

He took a deep breath.

"When dad was in the hospital, I couldn't handle it. I covered up all the hurt with something that wasn't good for me. I wasn't there for him when he needed me the most; I argued and fought with Josh. I became someone I didn't like. I left and went to rehab, I promised him. After he passed, I just spiraled out of control. Finally I had enough and went to rehab. I did well for a while; we had the boat back and running. When the season didn't go as we thought, I just wanted to use again. We don't have the money or resources to take the boat back out this coming season. I don't know if I have a job. Crab fishing is all I know how to do. I was born to do this; I was born to follow the family legacy. I'm just afraid that I can't live up to it."

"Jake, you can do anything you want to as long as you stay focused on your goal. I know you want to get your captain's license and I believe in you more than you believe in yourself." She told him. "You control your future, not anyone else. I'm sure you're not out of a job and I know it sucks that you can't have the boat back out. Just work a deckhand on someone else's boat, until you can. Learn as much as you can and use that information for when you do get the boat back; if not…buy your own boat."

He nodded his head.

"I think it's time for me to be completely honest with you too." She said after a loud sigh. "I haven't been open either. Jake, I had a son."

He looked up at her.

"His name is Cadence and he'll be 3 in October." She said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "Where is he?"

"With my mom's best friend, Denna." She told him. "Cadence's father, Caleb got killed in a car wreck. He and his friends were out drinking and doing drugs all night. His friend ran into an eighteen wheeler and they were all killed instantly. I was 8 months pregnant."

Jake shook his head. He was in complete shock, he wasn't expecting this at all.

"I was young and immature then. I had no idea how to raise a baby and I knew I couldn't do it alone." She told him as a tear escaped and fell down her cheek. "My mom's friend, Deena offered to take care of him until I could get out of school."

"Did adopt him?"

Camilla shook her head as she looked down at her hands.

"I started college and after a year. He just looked so happy with Deena and I just couldn't…"

"She's not his mother, Camilla." He told her making her look at him. "You are."

She sighed and nodded. She knew that.

"Do you want to get him back?"

"More than anything." She told him. "He calls Deena "Meme". I would visit him often, he knows I'm his mom."

"Do your dad and grandpa know?" He asked.

"No." She said shaking her head. "They don't know I have a son."

Jake got up and walked over to her and pulled the petite blonde into his arms.

"Camilla, it's going to be ok." He said stroking her hair. "If you want Cadence back, go down to Alabama and get him."

"I don't want to take away the only home he has ever known."

"You're his home." He told her.

"Do you want to see a picture of him?" She asked looking up at Jake.

He nodded.

He followed her down the hall to her room. She went to her closet and pulled out a box and went over to her bed. Jake followed suit and sat down next to her. She pulled out pictures of her son. He looked just like her.

"He looks just like you." He smiled. "You'll get him back and you'll be the best damn mom ever."

She smiled at him.

Merry Christmas FF readers!