A few days later, Pete strode into The White Horse and looked around. There were many people in there dining and a few just drinking. He took in his surroundings before he slowly walked further inside and towards the bar.

"Hi, what can I get you?" An older woman smiled pleasantly at him.

"Hi." He smiled back politely. "I'm actually looking for the owner of this place. Is he here by any chance?"

The woman's smile faltered slightly as she took Pete in. "May I ask what it is about?"

"It's personal, actually."

"What's your name?"

"Wilder. Pete Wilder."

She nodded and motioned to a table near the bar. "Take a seat and I'll get him."

"Thank you." He nodded and made his way over to the table.

"I hear you're looking for me?" An older guy approached the table and looked down at Pete.

"I, yeah, I am." Pete stood up to shake the man's hand. "My name is Pete Wilder."

"Richard Weston. What can I do for you?"

"I, erm, I wanted to talk to you about a Frances Wilder. Do you remember her by any chance?"

Richard frowned as he took a few minutes to think about it. "Yes, I do remember her. Why?"

"I'm her son," Pete explained as he looked at the other man.

Richard frowned even more. "Okay, I'm not quite following you here."

Pete gave a small sigh and it took him a few moments to find his words. "I think I'm your son."

The colour in Richard's face vanished and he reached out to take hold of the back of a chair. "Excuse me?" he gasped.

"I asked her about my father and all she could tell me was your first name and the name of this pub."

"I need to sit down." Richard eased himself down into a chair. "You're sure?"

"It's what she told me." Pete sat down across from him.

"I just…I don't understand."

"Have you ever talked to her again?"

"No." Richard shook his head. "Not since the day I found her with another guy."

"Oh." Pete gave a small nod and looked down at the table. "That sounds like her."

"I just…I never imagined this." He gestured to the space between them. "This is a lot to take in."

"I know." He nodded. "I know that. I'd given up on the chance of her looking for you."

"You're sure that I'm your father?" Richard looked at Pete.

"I asked my mother and she gave me your name."

"That doesn't mean that I am for sure."

"I know." Pete nodded.

"I have a family now. I don't want to upset them if I'm not. You have to understand here."

"I know and I do." He nodded. "I didn't mean to just drop this on you and I don't expect anything either. I just needed to know."

Richard nodded slowly and took Pete in. "Can we find this out for sure?"

"Yes, of course." Pete nodded again.

"Okay, good. When?"

"Well, I work at a private practice not far from here. You could stop by when you find time?"

"Tomorrow?" Richard asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow is fine." Pete nodded.

"And when will we get the results back?"

"A couple of days maybe."

"And if the results are positive?"

"I, erm, I don't know," he admitted and shook his head. "I don't want to bother you or your family. I just wanted to know who you are."

Richard nodded. "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it then."

"So," Richard began, "it's a match." They were sat on the couch in Pete's office a few days later with the test results in front of them.

"It is." Pete nodded as he looked down at the results in his hands.

"So, erm." Richard cleared his throat unsure of what to say.

Pete could see the unease in the man's face and he gave a small shrug. "I don't expect anything now. I just wanted to know where I'm coming from."

"You're my son, Pete."

"A son you didn't know existed for the past forty years."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're my son."

Pete gave a small nod and wasn't sure what to do. "Maybe we could go out for a coffee at some point?"

"That sounds good," Richard agreed. "We could go today?"

"Yeah, sure." Pete nodded.

"We could go now?"

"Sure, I just finished my last patient for the day."

"Okay, that's good." Richard smiled.

"I'm just going to get my things. I'll meet you in the lobby?"

Fifteen minutes later the two of them sat in a café together with a cup of coffee each.

"So, you're married?" Pete began to speak after a while.

"I am." Richard nodded. "Thirty years. We have a daughter, Lindsey."

"That's a long time. How old is she?"

"Twenty-five." Richard smiled softly. "We'd given up trying when she came along."

"That must have been amazing, for you to finally get her."

"It was. I can't describe how happy we were when we finally had her in our arms. It just didn't seem real."

Pete nodded and smiled softly at his words.

"Do you have any children?" Richard asked. "Are you married?"

"I will, in a couple of months actually." Pete smiled. "Not married, though."

"Really?" Richard's face lit up. "When's her due date?"

"January 21st." He smiled proudly.

"Wow. Not long then. You must both be so excited."

"I really am. We've been trying for a while."

Richard nodded. He knew the feeling. "How long have you been together?"

"We're not, actually. We've been friends for years and we both wanted a baby so we decided to have one together," Pete explained.

"Oh." Richard was surprised. "Well, that's different I suppose."

"Yeah." He gave a small nod. "It is."

"Well, so long as you're both happy."

"She's really amazing." Pete nodded.

Richard smiled and nodded as well. "Tell me about your life, Pete."

"Well," he thought about it and was unsure about where to start. "I left home when I finished high school and moved in with a friend. I went to med school here in LA and spent some time working for doctors without borders after that."

Richard nodded as he took it all in. "Have you had a good life? Have you ever wanted for anything?"

"I think I have, so far." Pete nodded. "The only thing missing is a family."

"I'm sorry, Pete."

"Oh, it's alright, it's not your fault." He shrugged.

"If I'd have known I would have been in your life."

"I know that it wasn't your fault. It was my mother's."

"How is your mother?" Richard asked.

"Oh, we don't have the best relationship."

"Ah." Richard nodded in understanding. "You know, Clara and Lindsey will be excited to meet you. Lindsey has always wanted a big brother."

"They will?" Pete looked slightly surprised.

"Yes." Richard nodded. "I'm sure."

"I'd really like to meet them, too."

"Why don't you come over for dinner? You could bring your friend too."

"I'll have to talk to her about it." Pete nodded.

"Okay. Give me a call and let me know when you're free."

"I will." He smiled softly.

"Good." Richard smiled happily. "So,"

Later that day Pete walked next to Addison on the beach after he had met her at her place and they had decided to get some ice cream. She looked up at him before she slid her arm through his and lightly rested her head against his shoulder.

He smiled softly and placed a light kiss on her hair. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. How are you? You look tired."

"Didn't get much sleep last night and had a few early appointments this morning."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" she asked and looked up at him.

"I don't know." Pete shrugged. "Just thought about too many things."

"Anything in particular?"

"Our baby, my father, a patient."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It was just one of those nights." He shrugged again. "It's fine, really."

"Okay." Addison nodded and kissed the edge of his shoulder. Pete gave a smile and placed a hand on the small of her back as they entered the ice cream parlour. They each got some ice cream and a milkshake to share before they sat down at a table.

"You've got your next appointment with Naomi next week, haven't you?" Pete watched her as he ate a spoonful of his ice cream.

"Yes." She nodded. "You're coming, right?" she asked as she finished off her wafer in her ice cream.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it."

"Good." Addison smiled happily. "So, how did it go with your father this morning?"

"It went pretty well." Pete gave a small nod. "He's married and he has a daughter."

"So you've got a sister. Are you going to meet him again?"

"He wants me to come over for dinner."

"Are you going to?"

"I think so."

Addison nodded and slowly took a mouthful of ice cream as she watched him.

"He said I could take you but I think we should wait a little until you meet them."

"Oh, okay." She nodded again.

"I've only just met him myself, I think it's better that way."

"It's your choice, Pete. Are you okay with going for dinner with them?"

"Yeah." He nodded again. Addison watched him as they slowly ate their ice creams. "He asked me. Apparently his wife and daughter want to meet me too.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"I hope so."

She nodded. "I'm sure it is."

"It's just weird." Pete shrugged. "I mean they're a family."

"They're your family." She reached across the table to take hold of his hand. "Just because they're already a family doesn't mean that you can't be part of it."

"I don't know if I ever will, not after all those years."

"You don't know that." She softly squeezed his hand. "You could be part of it."

"I wasn't even looking for a family. I didn't expect him to be who he is. I thought he was just like all the other guys my mother brought home."

"Would you rather he was like that?"

"No, I don't. I'm relieved he isn't."

She smiled softly. "You could have a relationship with him."

"Yeah." Pete nodded and absently played with her fingers that were holding his hand. "Maybe."

"Would you want one?"

"I guess it would be nice, to get to know him better. He seemed excited when I told him about the baby as well."

"He did? That's good. You know, it would be nice if our baby had grandparents."

"Yeah," he agreed. "It would be."

"There's no harm in getting to know him." Addison shrugged.

"Yeah, there isn't. I guess dinner is a start."

"It is," she agreed. "A very good start." Pete nodded and they both slowly pulled their hand back as they continued to eat their ice cream.

A/N: So, Pete has finally found his father! I realise this chapter was a bit quick but we wanted to get to the good part of them getting to know each other!