A/N Thanks again for the awesome reviews and love! I couldn't imagine Mary Margaret being anything other than a little old Irish woman. Glad you thought it suited her character too! Oh any resemblance to real places is sheer coincidence. I hope I haven't referenced anywhere in this part. I have never been to Boston or Maine. Total fiction here people!

Emma slumped down the wall and fell to the ground at the shock of hearing what her Mother had just told her. The woman's motives may have been wrong but this information, this could drastically change everything between them. The gay bashing was something she was used to and hoped in her heart that one day, her Mother would accept her for who she was. She had spent years hiding her orientation knowing that it would cause grief. Now here was her Mother telling her she had been in contact with her son.

Emma couldn't get any words out. Part of her wanted to tell the woman to leave, the other part had so many questions. Did she even want to know where or who he was? Would it be fair to be in touch with him? How did he feel about his Grandmother contacting him? She asked her Mother,

"How much have you told him? Does he know who I am?"

Mary Margaret reached into her bag, pulled out some papers and handed them to Emma. She took the paper and walked out of the apartment leaving her Mother to stew. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing her reaction to this. Emma debated going to Regina's place and letting herself in. She had given her a key just a few days earlier although she hadn't used it up to now. Regina was at work and the apartment was empty. Just a few moments for her to recover herself there would be enough she decided.

Emma let herself into the place and called out just to be sure she was alone. She went into her lover's bedroom and sat rigidly on the bed, finally examining the paper which was heavy in her hands. They were email printouts between her Mother and her supposed Son. It appeared they had been using an anonymous chatroom which connected adoptees with their birth family. Mary Margaret had posted an ad on the site.

I am looking for my grandson who was born May 12th 2000 at Our Lady of Serenity Hospital, Maine and given up for adoption. Your family would very much like to know you are well and hopefully be in contact with you.

Emma read the next comments from the private messages.

Mongoose12:That's my birthday and place of birth. I know I was adopted and I've been searching these sites for a year now. So you think I could be your grandson?

MaryM74:I know that the adoption was closed but I managed to convince the adoption agency to let me know where my grandson went. They told me he was taken to Boston. Does that sound like you?

Mongoose12:Yeah! Oh wow! I am in Boston! My Mother brought me here when I was a baby. This is so cool! Hi Grandma!

MaryM74:Oh my dear boy, I hope it is you! Are you well? How does your family treat you? Are you happy? Do you have any questions?

Mongoose12:Yeah, I'm great. I love my Mother. She is a wonderful, smart and caring person. She gives me everything I need. I started looking because I wanted to know what my birth parents were like. If I looked like them or had any strange habits or medical stuff to know about. I think my Mom would be really upset though if she knew what I was doing. I don't want to hurt her, you know.

MaryM74: I understand. Of course we will respect your Mother's wishes. No there are no medical issues. You come from very healthy stock! Your birth Mother is an athlete and your Father was a Wrestler. Unfortunately, he passed away a few years ago after a car accident. Sorry to inform you of that.

Emma was surprised at this. She hadn't spoken to Neal since she left her hometown all those years ago and she had not heard about his passing. It was a strange mix of emotions she felt but concentrated on reading the rest of the e-mails not dwelling too much on the revelation.

Mongoose12Oh that's too bad. It would have been nice to meet him. I've never really had a Father. My Mom never really dated much so I guess I was kinda hoping to find him. What about my birth Mother? What does she look like?

MaryM74She is beautiful! She had blonde hair, green eyes, she is tall and slim. She was very smart at school and played soccer professionally for a while. She doesn't know I am in contact with you though so I would need to speak to her before I could send you a picture. She moved to Boston a few years ago. What a coincidence! The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Mongoose12I have light hair and green eyes and I'm really skinny too! I think I must look a lot like her. Awesome! So can I ask, why did she give me up?

MaryM74I think I had better let her explain that part of the story herself. It wouldn t be my place to say.

Emma exploded. Of course her Mother wouldn't admit that part of history. If it wasn't her place to say, how had it been her place to force the adoption? Emma was angry about the situation and wasn't sure if she even agreed with her Mother contacting her son without her knowledge. She felt butterflies in her stomach Just thinking about her little boy. Her son was here in Boston and wanted to know about her.

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Henry logged onto the website he had been using to talk to his birth grandmother for the past few weeks. He felt so guilty hiding his interest in his heritage from his adoptive mother, whom he loved, but he had been waiting for a while to find out whether his birth Mother would want to meet him. He had been planning his operation ever since his grandmother first responded. He would say he was going to a friend's house after school and meet his birth mother at a crowded place. Henry wasn't stupid. If this person was going to try to abduct him, he knew that wouldn't do so in front of hundreds of people and he could always scream stranger danger if things went pear shaped.

"Henry, you better not be on that computer." He heard his Mother call from the hallway. He quickly closed the secret window and printed off an assignment he had open in the desktop.

A few days later he logged on again while Regina was at work. Still no response from the woman claiming to be his grandmother. Maybe his birth mother was really angry about her finding him. What if she didn't want to meet him? Henry wished he hadn't started looking. At least if he hadn't, he could have carried on pretending to himself that his birth mother had wanted to find him but something or someone had prevented her from doing so. Not knowing would have been a lot easier than knowing she didn't have any interest in him.

Why wasn't she answering back? He had asked if she would talk to his mother and see if she would talk to him online, maybe send a photo or two. It was driving him crazy. He logged in every day for four weeks with no response. Finally, he opened the messages and got an answer, if not the exact one he was looking for, at least it was something.

MaryM74Hello my boy, sorry it has taken me such a long time to reply. I've been travelling with the missionaries around the country spreading the word of God and only just got access to a computer. I am in Boston now and just waiting for my daughter, your mother, to come home so I can tell her the good news! I will write you back as soon as I've spoken to her and hopefully, she will also send you some messages.

Henry read the message over and over. His heart raced with hope, fear and anticipation. It was almost time to find out the truth and he couldn't bear the suspense.

"Henry, please hurry up! You are making us late and I won't have your Principal blaming me for your lack of organization." Regina bellowed from the kitchen.

He shut down the computer reluctantly and left the apartment with his Mother hoping that when he arrived home from school, there would be some more news.