This is the second to last chapter of the story!
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Hours after Ms. Allen, the head of Child's Services left, Trent has been in his room crying into his pillow, which felt like a long time, feeling lonely and still scared about the adoption deal.
He knows that his parents want Anton Mercer to adopt him and take care of him, but still felt like he wasn't ready to let go of it.
He changed out of his clothes and into his black tee and black and white checkered pajama pants.
He didn't care if Anton could hear or even see him cry; he felt that he had every right to cry about the adoption.
Someone knocked on his door and it was Anton Mercer, who walked into the room with a clean white plate with a toasted Italian BLT sandwich on wheat bread and a glass of ice-cold milk in his hand. He walks over to his bedside, puts the plate of food on the nightstand and gently shakes his shoulder.
"Trent…?"
"Huh?"
"Trent. You okay?"
Trent realized that Anton gently shaking him.
"No. Now just leave me alone, please." He nudges his hand off.
A sigh heavily escapes him as he sat down on the bed next to him.
"Come on, Trent. Are you still scared about the adoption?"
"I don't want to talk about it; I just want to be alone." He clutched onto his pillow as he faced the wall.
He was aware of Trent still being scared about the adoption deal, so he quickly found a way to make him feel a little bit better.
"Well, I have to show you something I want to show you; I'll be right back."
He walks out of the bedroom for a quick second, leaving Trent to feel confused. A whole bunch of questions was going through his head, but did not want to think about it.
When he comes back, he comes back with a small black box in one hand and a album book in his other hand. Curious, he asked him,
"What up with the box and album book?"
Anton puts the album book to the side and gives Trent the box in his hands.
"Take a look inside."
He opens it and inside was a platinum chain with four rings on it.
"What are these?"
"These…were your parents' rings."
Trent's brown eyes popped out of his head. These rings belonged to his late parents. In addition, they were so stunningly beautiful to look at.
The cut of the diamonds was sensational and the quality of the white gold was heavenly. Trent was stunned by the rings and saw the calligraphy engraving that said:
Forever Isabella Valentina and Mauricio Rolando Fernandez.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I helped pick them with your father."
As he talking to Trent, Anton points out each set of rings that belonged to his parents. He points out the 24-karat white gold diamond engagement rings.
"When your father wanted to proposed to your mother, I suggested that he pick out those out and your mother was overwhelmed with joy when he proposed to him."
"Really?" His face lit up a bit.
"Yep," He then points out the 24-karat white gold diamond wedding rings. "I helped your dad pick the bands for the wedding." He opens up the album book and turns to the wedding of his parents.
His father and Mercer in black tuxedos and his mother with her hair in a French twist hairstyle, diamond necklace, dangling earrings and bracelets and her dress was a slik strapless gown with a nude/gold-color ornately embroidered bodice and a tiara and veil in her hair and was holding a bouquet of white roses.
The setting of the wedding looks like a tropical place with beauitful flowers, palm trees, the greenest grass and the clear crystal-blue ocean.
He asked Anton why he has the rings.
"They do it every time before we go in a cave for a dig. But before they untimely died in that cave-in a few weeks ago, they took it off, gave them to me in my hand and said, 'If anything were to happen to us, we want you to take these rings and give it to our son and take care of him like your own.'"
Trent felt tear stings coming though his eyes. Anton turns to the next page of the book and inside were countless photos of his late parents and Anton himself, even when they were kids.
"You knew each other when you were kids?"
"Yep. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to school and college together."
Trent flips to the next page and see photos and with the words: Trent's birth day and sees his parents, Mercer, a newborn Trent and a copy of his birth certificate.
"You were there when I was born?"
He snickers to himself. "Oh, yeah. They were so happy when uh…" Anton stopped there when he did not know how to tell Trent the rest of the story until they would have 'the talk.'
"Never mind. Anyway, coming up with names, it almost fifteen minutes. Your mother wanted to name you Antonio Lorenzo and Emilio Manolo and your father wanted to name you Fernando Hernándo and Bernardo Armando."
Trent's face turned puzzled. In his head, he thought,
Antonio Lorenzo Fernandez? Emilio Manolo Fernandez? Fernando Hernándo Fernandez? Bernardo Armando Fernandez? Either my parents wanted me to be in touch with the culture or they were just really bad at picking names.
"But then, they both came up with Trent Michael and I agreed."
He keeps on flipping to other pages and sees photos from Christmas, birthday parties and more random photos of him, Mercer and his parents; more photos that he never seen before.
"Wow."
Trent smiled, but felt the tears coming down from his eyes and did not seem to care that Anton was seeing him crying. He gently pets his head and smiles to him.
"See, the point is… no matter what, I will love and care for you like my own son, as what your parents wanted me to. I don't think that they want their only child being handed over or be with a bunch of strangers for the rest of his youth life." He looks at the watch and it was close to a quarter to eight.
"I'll…uh… leave you alone for the night." He gets up and wished him good night.
"Night."
After he leaves, Trent lays down on his bed and started to rethink about Anton Mercer adopting him as he eating his sandwich Mercer made for him. Before, he was feeling scared and did not think that he would understand his situation.
After what his late parents said to him before their sudden deaths and the photo album he kept throughout all those years, Trent became more touched than ever.
Now, he wasn't even feeling scared about Anton Mercer adopting him; he actually felt thankful and blessed. And he was definitely right; his parents wouldn't want him being handed over to or be with a bunch of strangers for the rest of his life.