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“Hey, buddy, your father is trying to say goodnight. Aren't you going to say anything back?” He ignores me and keeps looking out the window.

“I'm sorry,” I say to Michael. “I really am.” A part of me wants him to be the bad guy, but I can see it's tearing him apart. I pull out a pen and a piece of paper, write down my house number and my cell number, and hand it to him. 

We are walking through the door when the house phone rings. When I see it’s Michael, I ask MJ to answer it. I make my way to my room and pull out some comfy pajamas and head for the shower. It has been a long day, and I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a very stressful week. 

Getting out of the shower, I feel refresh and tired at the same time. When I check on MJ, he is sitting on the end of the bed. Letting out a sigh, I sink down next to him.

“Michael says he is coming to get us at eight o'clock,” he tells me. “Do you think he will come?” And that's when it hit me: he thinks Michael is gonna disappear again. 

“Yes, I think he is gonna come, MJ. Michael is a good person he just made some mistakes. If he says he will be here at eight, he is going to be here at seven forty-five so get some rest. I love you more than anything in the world, MJ, you are the love of my life.” I kiss his forehead and make my way to my bedroom. 

My cell rings and I see it’s Michael. Staring at the phone, I’m unsure of what to do. I let it go to voicemail, and when the icon pops up, I listen 

“Katherine, I was hoping to catch you before bed. I wanted to say thank you for letting me meet MJ. He’s an amazing kid, and you did a really great job with him. I will see you in the morning. Goodnight, Katherine” 

I delete the message and finally let sleep take hold.

Chapter 7 

MJ Blackwell

My mom looks worried when I get in the car. She tries to act like everything is OK, but she is making the face she always does when she is worried; she presses her lips together, and her eye has a weird twitch. I tell her all about the five days I spent camping. She is listening, but not really hearing. She must be really upset about something because she is just nodding her head and smiling, but I know she isn't actually paying attention. Something catches her attention, and she pulls off into a parking slot in front of a bakery. It only takes me a second to see her—Miss Estelle, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She is smiling at the lady at the counter, and my mom asks me to wait in the car, but I know I should say sorry for being mean plus I like that Miss Estelle calls me Wolf. My mom asks Miss Estelle to speak privately, and they start whispering. I see my mom’s face, and she looks really sad, and then Miss Estelle pulls out her phone. When she hangs up, she grabs my mom’s hands, and they just sit there for a minute. 

“Would you like a treat?” the women behind the counter asks me with a big smile on her face.

“Yes, can I please have that Mad Hatter cupcake?” I say pointing to the giant tart behind the glass.

She looks over at my mother who nods her head yes. She puts it on a plate and hands me a cup of milk. When I take a bite it feels like magic has exploded in my mouth; the cupcake is filled with chocolate liquid. My eyes must have crossed because the women starts laughing

“Do you like it?” she asks. 

“Yes, I love it. I wasn’t expecting anything to be in the middle.” I look at her name tag, and it says Frankie. “Thank you so much, Miss Frankie, I’m going to get some money from my mom.”

“It’s on me, cutie, the look on your face was all the payment I needed. I love when people enjoy the things I make. Your mom looks like she could use a treat. What do you think she would like?” Frankie asks, looking over at my mother who is staring out the window. 

I think back to the things my mom always orders. “She likes carrot cake. Do you have carrot cake?” 

She smiles she walks over to the display case and pulls out a cupcake and puts it on a plate. “Where is the frosting?” I ask, looking at the cupcake.

“It’s inside. The top is just glazed, but the real treat is when you take a bite.” She winks and I carry the plate to my mom. 

She says, “Thank you” and then calls out, “Thank you” to Frankie. When she bites into the cupcake, I hear Miss Frankie laugh, and I laugh too because she makes the same face I must have made.

“Holy smokes, what is this?” she asks, closing her eyes and smelling it. “I have never in my life had anything taste this good.”

Ms. Frankie walks up with one of those fancy tea sets my grandma has that I’m never allowed to touch. “Carrot Cake and Swiss Cream Cheese-Mascarpone Frosting,” she says, placing the tea set on the table. She pours some tea and walks back to the counter. 

Only a few minutes pass before my whole life changes forever.

I see my mom almost drop the cup, and the bell go off over the door, and then he walks in. Michael Kerrigan, my father. Everyone on the Res says he left my mom and never came back. Mom stands and introduces us and asks to speak to him for a moment, so I walk back to the counter and look in the cases. It’s only a few minutes before Michael is yelling in my mom’s face. He might be bigger, but a boy at school told me if someone is bigger just kick him in the nuts. I storm over there yelling, “No one talks to my mom like that!” I see the look in his eyes when I yell at him to stop yelling. He must have realized he is wrong. My mom looks so sad. My stomach grumbles loudly, and Michael asks us to go to dinner. 

When I ask if I can go home with him, he won’t answer me. I knew he didn’t want me. Why did he even want to meet me if he didn’t want a son? I hate him I thought he would want me to come with him.

He is trying to talk to me in the truck after dinner, but I don’t have anything to say to him. I’m even mad at my mom. He left her so what makes her think he wouldn’t leave me? When we get home, my mom hands me the phone. 

“Hello?” I say into the phone

“MJ, I know you’re upset with me, but I promise I will be there in the morning. I’m your dad, and I’m going to be around. I will be there at eight in the morning to get you and your mom.”

“Are you gonna hurt my mom again?” 

He doesn’t say anything, then takes a deep breath before continuing, “Buddy, when I hurt your mom I was a stupid kid. I made a mistake that I regretted every day of my life. I want your mom and me to be friends, to be awesome parents to you, and for you to feel like you can come to us for anything you need. I’m going to show you and your mom that you can trust me, and I’m going to do everything I can to show you that I’m not going anywhere. I love you, MJ. I know I just met you, but you’re my son.”

“Okay, see you in the morning, Dad,” I say. It feels weird calling anyone that, but it also feels really good too. I hang up with Michael and lie down. When my mom comes in she knows exactly what to say to make me feel better— she always does.

Chapter 8

Katie

I barely got any sleep last night between everything that happened and the calls that kept coming from an unknown number. I'm running on about two hours. I've changed my number twice and changed my cell phone number twice but for over a year I keep getting calls all day and night, and the person on the other end is always silent. 

Stretching my body out, I somehow feel rested. I roll over to look at my clock, and I’m startled by Michael sitting on the chair by my bed. I move so fast I roll off the bed hitting the floor with a thud. 

“What the hell, Michael? How the hell did you get into my house? And why are you in my bedroom?”

I get up from the floor and fix my camisole top and sleep shorts with rainbows on them. Grabbing my robe, I cover myself up and go to the bathroom just leaving him sitting there. I brush my teeth and wash my face then walk back out to my room.

He leans back in the chair crossing his arms. I throw my hands up waiting for an answer. 

“I couldn't sleep. I tried, but I kept thinking how hurt MJ looked so I drove here at 4 am. When I came to the gate, they wouldn't let me in, so I had them call your dad. We had coffee and a long talk, and he let me in, he said it would be good for me to be here when MJ woke up. You know, to show him I'm here.”

“OK, so why the hell are you lurking in my bedroom watching me sleep like some weirdo?”

“Katie,” he says, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. When he says my name, it turns my inside to liquid. 

He takes a minute before finishing. 

“Katie, I never got over you. I made a mistake because I was high and drunk and stupid, but I want you back—I want my family. I thought about you every day. I drove myself crazy thinking about you, and I know I will have so much to prove to you, but I have known since I picked up your wallet that you were my soulmate, the only woman for me. If you need time to get there, I will wait, but I'm telling you now you’re mine, and I'm yours.”

I brace myself for the lie I’m about to tell.

“Michael, I'm not the sixteen-year-old girl you left behind anymore. The puppy love feelings I had for you are gone, I will always have love for you because you are the father of my child, but the feelings I had for you died.” I walk to my dresser pulling out underwear, a bra, some jeans, and a shirt. When I turn around, Michael is standing in front of me 

“When you were sleeping you moaned and said my name. You rubbed your thighs together like you used to do when I got you all worked up I bet if I slid my hand down the front of those tiny little shorts, your pussy would be soaked for me.” 

I feel myself flush and my breathing speed up as he steps closer. 

“I know I fucked up, baby, but don't lie to me and don't lie to yourself.” His lips were on me so hard and so fast I forgot where I was for a second I wrap my legs around his waist. He rocks his cock into the wetness of my shorts.

“See, I told you, baby, soaked.” He pulls my camisole down and starts placing kisses down my breastbone. Spinning us around he lays me on the bed. As he takes my nipple in his mouth, the sensation is overwhelming. Sliding his hand down into my sleep shorts, he starts rubbing circles in my clit. I want to tell him to stop, but it feels so good. Sliding two fingers into my throbbing pussy, I gasp. 

“Michael, please.” I don't know if I'm begging for him to stop or never to stop. 

“Damn, baby, you’re so tight.” He has two fingers moving slowly while he rubs my clit with just enough to pressure to make me see stars as I cum. He kisses me hard one more time and adjusts my clothes. “Get dressed, baby, our son is gonna be up soon.” With that, he walks to the door 

“Katie, do you love me?” he asks with a hopeful look in his eyes. 

I close my eyes; I can't lie anymore. “I have never loved anyone else, Michael. You were it for me.” I walk to the bathroom, and close the door. Starting the shower, I step in and cry silently. Michael is going to rip my heart to shreds, and I'm going to let him because a love like ours comes across once in a lifetime. Once I am showered and dressed, I find Michael sitting on the sofa with MJ. They are whispering and instantly stop talking when I walk in. 

“Is everyone ready?” I ask.

“Yup,” they say at the same time. It seems MJ has found an outfit that looks similar to Michael’s; they both look very handsome. Loading into Michael’s car I choose to sit in the back and let MJ sit in the passenger seat. I’m still half-asleep when I realize we are heading toward the Kerrigan estate.
Fuck
, I think to myself.

“Michael, why are we here?” I’m a little pissed off that he sprung this on me.

“Hey, MJ, can you wait in the car so I can talk to your mom for a minute?” Michael asks. MJ does as he’s told, and I get out of the car with Michael. “Katie, my family wants to meet our son. My mom wants to see you and get to know her grandson. I know I should have asked, but I didn’t want you to find an excuse not to come.” Stepping closer to me, Michael grabs my face gently and bends down to kiss my lips softly. 

“We need people to start getting used to seeing us together,” Michael says softly. I can’t help but to bring my fingers up to my lips.

“Michael, please don’t spring things like this on me. I would have come if you told me this was where we were having breakfast, but I don’t want to feel like every time you want to go somewhere or do something that you’re going to do what you want and beg for forgiveness later.” He nods that he understands and we walk toward the front door with MJ following close behind. It’s 8 o’clock in the morning and the Kerrigan estate is buzzing with activity. When we walk through the door, everyone stops. 

Elena comes forward giving me a big hug and whispers into my ear. “I knew my son would come to his senses.”

She then turns her attention to MJ. “Hi,” she says, giving him a giant hug. “I’m your grandma.” She wipes the lipstick off his face from the five kisses she has given him. Looping her arm into his, she leads him to the outside patio area where Shamus is waiting at the table.

“Well, aren’t you a fine looking boy,” he says in his booming voice. “Come, sit next to me.” He pats the chair next to him. Piling food on MJ’s plate, everyone eats making small talk.

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