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Bradley: The documents look forged, and she was underage. We can hire a lawyer and discuss our options. I’m not advising we take the kid away from them, but to at least allow my sister to meet him due to the circumstances.
Matt: Send me everything you have and start searching for a lawyer. I’ll show it to Thea and see what she wants to do with all that. For now, see if you can at least update her information in case the boy decides to search for her when he’s old enough. If he’s anything like his mother, he’ll be curious as hell.
Bradley: Done. Dad’s on his way to Texas. He wants to ‘scout the area.’
I knew he could work faster than he had in the past weeks.
“Arthur is a crazy son of a bitch,” I mumble.
“No, he does what you mentioned earlier,” Tristan explains. “He loves his daughter fearlessly, and he’d do anything for her.”
ChapterSixty-Five
Thea
“Good morning, Dad,”I greet my father as I enter the kitchen. “I didn’t know you were in town.”
“Morning, sweetheart.” He places a glass of orange juice on the counter and walks toward me with open arms and a wide smile. “You know me. I always find a reason to drop by to visit you and Mason.”
I debate asking him to move back to Seattle, or continue working on his marriage, which is falling apart. My stepmother is… okay, but not sold on the idea of having a grown stepdaughter who looks like… me. Plus, she spends an awful lot of time with her ex and children.
“Arthur, I didn’t know you were here.” Mattie salutes him and glares at me. He loves Dad, but he’s always giving me a hard time about having him with us too often.
“Joy, there won’t be sex outside our room for the next week,” he mumbles, kissing me good morning. “I thought you were in the field, Arthur.”
“That was a week ago, Matthew. I finished and headed home for a couple of days to tie up some loose ends, in case I’m needed here.” Dad takes the cup of coffee I just prepared, ignoring Mattie’s glare—so unlike him. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He kisses my cheek.
“Wait, you were in the field?” I frown, my stomach tightens. Dad doesn’t do any field work unless it’s for the family. “Is everything okay?”
He nods, walking to the kitchen island and taking a seat. “I assume she doesn’t know.”
Matthew shakes his head. “No, I didn’t want to mention it until we had a substantial lead.”
“You should’ve come to me first, not Mason,” Dad argues with Matthew in a voice he barely uses with the family. “She’s my daughter.”
“Whoa, this is about me?” I cross my arms and glare at Matt, then turn to Dad. “What is it? My mother? Martin?”
“No, sweetheart.” Dad takes me into his arms and growls at Matt who tried to get close to me. “Your husbands wanted to find your little boy.”
My brows shot up, and my belly is rigid. “Why?”
“Because our husband is crazy.” Tristan steps inside the kitchen. “But I agree with him. Your concern about your first baby is overshadowing the arrival of our Jelly Belly. Maybe if you find out he’s doing well—”
“Is he?” I direct the question at Dad, knowing he has at least the basic information. He wouldn’t say he was done if he hadn’t found him. “My baby, is he okay?”
My heartbeat speeds up, fear of what he’s going to tell me ripples under my skin. What if my addictions caused permanent damage to him? I stopped as soon as I found out. The doctors said low birth weight or miscarriage could be the only probable outcomes since I stopped. But…
Dad nods, his tender smile makes me feel safe and hopeful. “Yes, sweetheart. I saw him a couple of times. He’s bright, sharp, and sweet like his mother.”
My pulse slows, and I dare to ask, “Does he know about me?”
Dad shakes his head. “I spoke with his parents. They’re a nice couple who understood your situation—being underage and alone. They sympathized with you, but they aren’t ready to tell him he’s adopted. However, when the time is right, and they tell him, they’ll also let him know where to find you.”
“Do they know… who I am?” He shakes his head. “That’s good. I’m glad, what if they don’t like who I was back then? But is he okay?”
Dad pulls out his phone, tapping it several times and handing it over to me.
He’s a cutie wearing a cap, a big grin, and looking happy. His nose looks somehow like Dad’s, and his eyes are gray. The same silver color as Dad’s and Mason’s.
