A few mornings later, Addison sat at the island in Pete's kitchen after he had made her some breakfast.
He leaned against the counter with a bowl of cereal in his hands and watched her eat. "So, I've decided," he began. "I'm going to go see my mother this week."
She swallowed a mouthful of food and looked up at him. "Oh."
"Yeah." Pete nodded. "But you won't have to come with me. I'll go alone."
"I don't mind coming with you." She put her fork down and wiped her mouth. "You shouldn't have to go alone."
"It's fine, really." He looked at her. "I haven't seen her in years, I feel like I should do this on my own."
"Are you sure? I really don't mind coming with you."
"I know, but I'm sure. You shouldn't have to go there anyway."
"Let me drive you there," she offered and stood up to carry her plate to the sink.
"I don't know how long I'll be." Pete watched her.
"I don't mind waiting." Addison placed her hand softly on his arm. "Really."
"You'll be waiting in front of jail." He sighed slightly.
She rubbed his arm soothingly. "You could always give me a call when you've finished."
Pete looked down at her unsure before he gave a small nod. "Alright."
"Good." Addison nodded happily. "When do you plan to go and see her?"
"I thought Thursday morning would be good. I have no patients then."
"I'll make sure my schedule is cleared. Maybe we could get lunch on the way back?" she suggested.
"That sounds good." Pete nodded and took hold of her hands as he looked at her. "Thank you for understanding. It wouldn't feel right, having you and our baby anywhere near her."
"It's your choice." She gave a nod. "Will you tell her about the baby?"
"I might, I don't know yet."
Addison nodded slowly and studied his face. He gave her a small smile before he slowly let go of her hands again.
A couple of days later Pete got out of Addison's car in front of the jail his mother was in.
"Give me a call, okay?" Addison called out of the open passenger's window.
"I will." Pete nodded as he looked back at her. "Shouldn't be too long."
"Okay. Good luck, Pete."
"Thank you." He gave her a small smile before he turned and walked into the building.
The sound of Addison pulling away filled his ears as a guard buzzed him into the grounds of the prison. Pete looked around as he walked inside where a police officer greeted him. He was instructed to hand over everything in his pockets before he was allowed any further through the building. He was led into a room full of tables and chairs that was guarded by more police officers where he was told to wait. Nervously he played with his fingers and glanced around at the unappealing scenery. He hadn't seen or talked to his mother in years and he had no idea how he'd react when she walked into the room.
Five minutes later and two guards walked in with his mother nestled between them. So she didn't escaped, he thought. His whole body tensed as he saw her and he wasn't sure what to do.
"Peter," Frances whispered as she looked at her son who she had not seen in over a decade. He watched as the guards sat her down in a chair and he slowly took a few steps closer.
"Oh, how you've grown." She cupped her handcuffed hands out towards his face. "So handsome."
"Mother." He gave a small nod and sat down across from her.
"I can't believe you're here." Frances smiled and lowered her hands. "You're really here after all these years. I've always dreamed of this, my baby boy coming back to me."
"I'm not here for you," he replied, coldly.
Frances frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, Peter?"
"I'm not just going to walk in here after all these years and pretend nothing happened."
"But you came," she tried weakly. "You came here to me."
"I'm here to ask you about my father."
"Your father?" Her frown grew. "What about him?"
"I want to find him." Pete looked at his mother.
"Oh." Frances gave a small nod.
"Is there anything you can tell me about him? Anything you know?"
She sighed and looked at her son.
"I need to know." Pete looked back at her.
"I wasn't with him long. We were together about a week I think." Frances gave another long sigh.
"A week?" He sighed as well. "Can you at least remember a name? Address? Anything?"
"Why is this so important to you, Peter?" she asked and leaned forward slightly. "It never bothered you before that you don't know your father, why now?"
"It's different now." Pete avoided her gaze.
"How? How is now any different to then?"
"I need to know where I'm coming from."
"What do you mean?"
Pete sighed and met her gaze. "I need to know he's not a total screw-up. I need to know who he is."
Frances studied her son for a few moments in silence before she sighed once more. "Richard. His name was Richard."
"Richard who?"
"I don't know his last name. All I know is that he used to run a pub called The White Horse."
"Here in LA?" Pete looked at his mother.
"Yes." Frances nodded. "It wasn't far from where we lived."
"Does he know about me?"
"He wasn't around long enough for me to tell."
"If he worked there you could have gone and seen him."
Frances shrugged and titled her head to the side to study her son. "You have his eyes."
Pete averted her gaze once more and looked at the table. "I need to find him."
"Why?" she asked, softly. "You think he'll be able to give you what I didn't?"
"It's too late for that." He still didn't look at her.
"Then what do you want from him, Pete?"
"I want to know who he is, what kind of life he lives. I need to know where I'm coming from so I can be a good father for my own child."
"Your own child?" Her eyes widened.
"In a couple of months I'll be a father." He nodded.
"A father. I'll be a grandmother?" Frances began to smile at her son. "This is wonderful news."
"Yeah." Pete looked at her and gave a small nod. "It is."
"Maybe, maybe I'll be out in time for the birth."
"We both know that's not going to happen."
"I'm their grandmother," she protested.
"You're in jail," he reminded her. "You murdered someone."
"I've changed, Peter. I'm not the same person anymore." She tried to reach out for his hands but he pulled back.
"I won't ever forgive you for what you did." Pete looked at her.
"I've changed."
"I don't believe you."
"Talk to Adam, he'll tell you."
"Do you really think that I'm going to forgive you? Do you think time healed the damage you did? I'm never going to forgive you and nothing can change that, not even Adam."
Frances stared at her son in silence.
Pete sighed before he looked at her once more. "Is there anything else you can tell me about my father?"
"I've told you all I know."
"Good." He nodded and got up. "Then we're done here."
"You're going?" She looked up at him. "When will I see you again?"
"I don't know." Pete shook his head.
"Please, Peter, I have to see you again."
"Why would I come to see you?"
"Because you're my son."
"But you've never been a mother to me."
"Peter, please," Frances begged and stood up but was made to sit back down by a guard. Pete sighed as he watched his mother. "Don't you think your child has a right to know their grandmother?" she asked.
"Why? So you can ruin their life as well?"
"That's not fair," she protested weakly.
"It's not fair what you did to me either. I don't want you anywhere near her or our baby."
"Peter, please," Frances whispered and watched sadly as her son turned and left the prison.
Once Addison went back to the prison to pick Pete up again they made their way to the pier where they found a nice little cafe to have lunch in. Addison didn't pry, just waited for Pete to start talking. They ordered their food and once the waiter was gone silence settled over them until Pete broke it.
"She said my father's first name was Richard."
"That's good." Addison nodded. "That's a start."
"She doesn't even have a last name though, only knows that he used to own a pub close to where we lived."
"He could still own it or someone there might know where he is," she tried.
"Yeah." He gave a small nod. "If I find it."
"What's it called? We can search it up on the internet."
"The White Horse. They might have changed the name if he sold it."
Addison took her phone out of her bag and quickly connected to the internet before she began to search. Pete watched her in silence and waited for her reaction.
"Here." She handed him the phone a few minutes later. "The White Horse which is owned by Richard Weston. There's even a photo of him."
"Seriously?" Pete frowned and slowly took hold of the phone, unsure of whether he wanted to look at it or not.
"It says that the pub is a family business. They have a good menu," she commented.
"They do?" He looked down at her phone.
"Sorry." She looked at him sheepishly. "The baby makes me hungry more. There's no harm in meeting this guy and finding out if he's your father."
"Yeah, I guess there isn't." Pete nodded slightly. Addison looked at him before she reached across the table and took hold of his hand and squeezed it. He gave her a small smile as he looked back at her and squeezed her hand back.
"Do you want to meet him?" she asked softly.
"Yeah." Pete nodded. "I do. I'm just not sure what to say. I mean he doesn't even know I exist."
"That's okay. You have time to think about what to say." Addison squeezed his hand again. "Do you want to go alone to meet him?"
"I probably should." Pete nodded again.
"Okay." She nodded.
Pete nodded as well and looked at her. "She said she wanted to see me again, and the baby."
"Oh. What did you say?"
"I said no."
Addison nodded and felt relieved. She wasn't sure she wanted his mother anywhere near their baby.
"She said she's changed, but I don't believe her."
"You don't have to see her if you don't want to. This is your choice, not hers."
"I know, it just felt so weird, seeing her like that. But you don't have to worry she won't be anywhere near our baby."
"Okay." She nodded. "So, when do you think you'll go and see him?"
"Maybe tomorrow after work, I just have to figure out what to say."
"I'm here if you need me."
"I know." He gave a soft smile. "Thanks for taking me and picking me up today."
"Anytime." Addison smiled back.
A/N: So, we thought that seeing as Pete is going to become a father himself, he should find out about his own father.