Chapter 12

When we arrived at my parent's house I quickly entered while carrying my son Logan who had been quiet before. I stared at his face. There is no doubt that this child is my son.

When I first saw him at the airport that day my heartbeat was pounding fast. And it explained why because he's really my son. My son with a woman I love dearly.

"You look nervous, little champ," I said and touched his hair and messed it up.

"Not my hair daddy. I even ask mommy to fix my hair," my son frowned.

I immediately fixed and restored his hair. "Sorry son."

"It's okay daddy. You can mess up my hair but not now daddy. They might not like me."

I was fascinated by my son. "That's your reason?"

My son nodded innocently. "My mommy said they will love me because I am your son and I look like you, daddy. But I can't help not to worry."

"stop worrying, son. Your grandparents will love you. They've been asking about you recently."

"Really, daddy. Will they like me?"

"Of course. You are my son."