J.A.M. - 4. Chapter 4

J.A.M.

By: Wesley Lewis

Entry 9

They argued for about an hour until I heard a door slam. Looking out the window I saw Mr. C leaving again. I crept down the stairs to the kitchen and found Drew crying alone. We sat there for about ten minutes before he stopped and thanked me. When I asked what was wrong he kind of clammed up. I asked him if it was about me, and he said it was. When I asked how long I had to pack he laughed and said I wasn’t going anywhere. He sat me down and told me something that I found hard to believe. He got up and showed me a picture he had of his ex-wife and I was shocked. It was Mama!!!!!! I asked him what it had to do with me and he said that the man she had an affair with was my father. When I asked why would he want the kid that ruined his marriage he told me that I hadn’t ruined it she did. He also tried to explain to me something about the blood tests today but I just sat there numb. I think I’m going to take a nap now.

Entry 10

Holy Crap! I just realized what Drew was talking about with the blood tests. I think he was trying to say he was my father. It would explain why he looked pale when he saw Mama’s picture. I guess I should start paying attention to people when they’re talking to me. Guess I’ll be back in a bit.

Entry 11

Well now I know why Mr. C is pissed. He doesn’t want to be a stepdaddy he wants to be a daddy. Apparently, he wanted to adopt a kid with his partner but didn’t want his partner to already have kid. So, he’s spending a few days away while me and Drew get to know each other more. It’ll take some time getting used to being around a guy who was my father I never knew I had. I just don’t see what Mr. C’s problem is, he treated me like a son before now he just ignores me. I hope he will stay I’d love for him to be my dad also. Drew told me that tomorrow we would meet his grandparent, and I’m excited because Mama and Daddy’s parents died before I was born. He also told me it would take a week before the blood tests would come back before we knew if we were father and son. Truthfully, I don’t care either way, the only time since my parents died I felt like I had a father was Mr. Ford, who let’s face it was more like a grandfather, was now with Drew. We bonded over vanilla ice cream and Doctor Who, his favorite doctor was the Tom Baker, while mine was Jon Pertwee. Of course, we both liked Star Wars and Star Trek. I found out he is also a big comic book nerd. We decided to go out for dinner with Chinese in mind. After dinner we sat down to watch the newest Star Wars movie. Soon after we finished we went to bed, in the first time since my parents died, I told someone that I loved them and heard it back.

Entry 12

My grandparents are awesome, or at least Drew’s are. The asked me to call them Nana and Papa, which seemed fine to me. Apparently, they have been dying to meet me since Drew told them about the fostering. Nana baked these awesome oatmeal raisin cookies, while Papa had made some vanilla ice cream like they did in the good old days. They were so amazing, they asked me all about my life and everything and told me about themselves. Papa served in Korea in the Army while Nana was a nurse. Drew almost died of embarrassment when they brought out old picture albums. It was funny to see what he looked like when he was younger and how similar I looked to him. I don’t think I need a blood test to prove he’s my real father but I can’t hold it against him because Mama was trying to get out of her marriage. I don’t know her reasons but I don’t hold it against her either because she gave me a great life with Daddy. After promising to visit again soon we left and went home. When we got there, I noticed Mr. C was back and tried to go up to my room but was stopped by Mr. C. He sat us down and apologized for his behavior. He had only been away for one night and started feeling guilty about how he was treating us. He explained how it came that they would foster me and it was a shock to his system to learn about who my mother was and my connection to his husband. I can’t really blame they guy, I would’ve had a cow too. I hugged him and told him I forgave him. I couldn’t be mad at them man, he was one of the few stable things in my life. So, I went to bed and left them to talk. I will say there was some yelling but I don’t think I should’ve heard the things they were yelling from the bedroom!