I know I have not written much in here, but I think tonight is very fitting. Iím trying to make sense out of what I am feeling, and hoping by writing it out, I will help.
It all started after Kol and Cassie went to bed, mom and dad asked me to stay up to talk to them. I turned 15 today, and am about to start my preacademy classes, so I assumed it would be about that. It wasnít.
I sat next to mom on the couch, when she said she had something very important to tell me, something that she feels Iím old enough to know. They wanted me to know before but said they never felt the time was right. I listened carefully as mom told the story.
It started over 15 years ago, almost 16 Mom and Uncle Tom were in a shuttle, at a dead stop. They didnít find out until later, but some aliens or something were the ones who stopped them, and tapped into their minds. Sounds weird but I can see how it could happen. They were under the alien influence when the two of them had sex. I have a real hard time imagining that, I can only see Uncle Tom with Aunt Belanna, and Mom only with Dad.
I didnít catch on right away, I sat there listening to her say how she discovered she was pregnant a couple months later. How she was afraid dad would then reject her, but after some hard times, he told her he would never leave her.
Iím sorry, I know Iím jumping around here a bit but the point I am trying to get to is that kid is me. My dad is not my biological father, Uncle Tom is. I often wondered why I only looked like my mother. Kolopak is the spitting image of dad, and Cassandra looks like mom but she has dark hair and darker skin like dad. I have hair that is a little lighter than momís, my skin is pale like hers, and my eyes are blue. But it never really bothered me.
Iím trying so hard to think of some time that they may have given me a clue of my true origin, but nothing comes to me. I was always treated like I was a part of the man I call Dad, he never once gave me any reason to doubt his love. He was at every school function, always there to make my cuts and scrapes feel better. He tucked me in bed when I was little, and always had a wonderful story to tell me.
The more I think about it, its not the news that bothers me. Itís the fact that this makes me feel even more a part of this family than ever before. All this time, he could have been bitter, or angry. Mom did say that she and Dad were already a couple when it happened, or at least in the beginning of a relationship. Iím not upset at all, this news just shows me how wonderful a man my dad is. I think I need to go tell them this, they need to know this news wasnít bad, like they thought it might be.
I go downstairs to find them still on the couch, mom is crying, dad has his arms around her, consoling her. I run over to them and envelope mom in a hug, ďitís ok mom, Iím ok.Ē She wraps her arms around me, whispering to me how sorry she is. ďdonít worry, I really am ok.Ē I break from her grasp and climb in my dadís lap, and wrap my arms around him, I lean close to whisper to him, loud enough for mom to hear too, ďI just hope someday I can be half the parent that you didnít have to be. I love you daddy.Ē
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