The Blue Eyed Gilbert

Chapter 65

Mel's POV
"Mommy! Wake up!" I hear. I groan and open my eyes and see little Damon sat on my lap.
"I'm up. Where's daddy?" I ask.
"Don't know. When I wake up he not here." He says. I sigh and nod.
"Right. Lets get you dressed so we can find grandma and grandpa." He nods and I get him changed then change myself. I pick him up and place him on my hip. I kiss his cheek and he laughs and does it back.
"You're cute Damon." I say to him. He giggles and nods.
"Mommy. Me want pancakes for breakfast." He says. Thanks Jer for getting him to love pancakes. Sarcasm.
"How about you have something different for breakfast? Maybe get McDonalds like we used to back in the other country?" He nods and I go to grab my motorcycle keys but remember he can't ride on it. I sigh and take out my phone. I call Damon.
(D-Damon, M-Melanie)
D- Hello? Who is this?
M- Oh yeah. You deleted my number. Anyway where are you?
D- Out having a blast.
M- Are you getting drunk?!
D- Maybe maybe not. What did you call for?
M- It don't matter now. What a great father you are. Goodbye Damon.

I hang up and sigh. I call a cabby number and they say 5 minutes and they'll be there. I look back at Little Damon to see him on the couch with tears in his eyes. I go over to him and sit him on my lap.
"What's wrong, munchkin?" I ask.
"Daddy not want me does he? Daddy out in world not caring about me." He sobs.
"Daddy does care about you. It's just... I have done something that made daddy mad. We will have a good time without him today ok? We are going to find grandma and grandpa and we going to have fun with them. Bake cookies and you can play around with grandpa." He nods and a car horn is heard. I grab the spare bag with a few of his necessities in then I pick him up and take him outside. I buckle him in and get in next to him.
"Where to, miss?" She asks. I tell her the address and she starts going. I look at Little Damon and see he is looking at me.
"Mommy. What did you do to make daddy mad?" He asks. I sigh.
"Something I shouldn't have done but it'll be ok. I'll make sure daddy doesn't do anything bad." He nods and asks for my phone. I put his favourite game on which is 'Mahjong Towers' don't ask why, I haven't got a clue.
"Ma'am. We are here." I nod and get Little Damon. I pay the cabby and look at the house. I knock on the door and a woman in their thirty's answer.
"Hello. May I help you?" she asks.
"Actually yeah. I'm Melanie. You gave me to the Gilbert family when I was a baby." She widens her eyes and gestures me to come in. I sit on the couch. She follows and another man follows behind her.
"Mary. Who is this?" He asks.
"This is our daughter we gave up 20 years ago." He looks at me and smiles.
"So who is this little guy?" He asks.
"This is your grandson. Damon." I say smiling.
"Grandson?" They say shocked. I nod and mum picks him up.
"Awwwww. He's a cutie." She says.
"Yeah he is. He looks just like his dad except for the eyes." They nod and smile.
"You're always welcome here Melanie." Mum says.
"Thanks Mary." I say not sure I can call her mum.
"Please call me mum and him dad." She says. I smile at them then go for a family hug. They accept me. This is great. I pull back and take Damon in my arms.
"So where is this child's father?" Dad asks.
"He isn't here with us. I let him sleep in because he was up half the night with this little guy." They nod at my lie. I can't tell them the real reason.
"Is it ok if I stay here tonight? So maybe we can get to know each other?" I ask.
"Sure hun. You are always welcome to stay over." Dad says.
"Thanks dad." I say. Mum looks at Little Damon and asks him,
"Do you want to make cakes or cookies?"
"Both!" He yells and runs to the kitchen. Mum follows after him chuckling. Dad sits next to me and brings me in to a hug.
"I'm sorry we gave you up. We were only young." He says.
"It's fine dad. You're here now. That's all that matters. I have a son and we are one happy family. It would be better if the father was here though." I sigh. We pull back from the hug and we just sit getting to know each other. Turns out that most of my personality comes from him and some of it from mom.
"So what happened to your other parents?" He asks.
"They drove off of Wickery Bridge and drowned."
"I'm so sorry." He says.
"Don't be. They hated me. They preferred my sister over me on everything. I got used to it. I was in her shadow my whole life." I say. He smiles weakly at me and brings me into another hug.
"We will never hate you. You are so special. I'm glad that you decided to find us." Dad says. I smile and a few tears drop. But not of saddness.... Of joy and happiness.
"I love you dad." I say.
"I love you too." He replies.
"Cakes are done!" Mum shouts and Little Damon runs in all messy.
"Oh my God Damon! You're such a mess." I say laughing. He grabs my hand and drags me in to the kitchen. He grabs a cake and passes it to me. I eat it and when I'm done, I say,
"That was delicious!" Damon nods and giggles.
"All me Mommy! I did all work!" He says proudly. I look at mum and see she is smiling.
"I'm so proud of you. Right lets go get you cleaned up." I say.
"There's a spare room. If you go upstairs, it's the first one on the left." I nod and go upstairs. I go into the room and open the bag I brought. I undress him and then change him. I pick him up and take him back downstairs. I go inin the living room. My parents talking about god knows what. Damon gets out of my grip and runs and jumps on dad's lap. They both laugh and dad places him comfortably.
"Thanks alot for allowing us to stay here." I say.
"It's fine hun." Mum says. I'll pick Damon up and take him to the kitchen. I put him on the counter and grab some ingredients to make toasties. My phone rings and I go into the living room.
"Mum? Can you make Damon a cheese and bean toastie?" I ask.
"Sure hun." I kiss her on the cheek then go into the back garden. I look at the person calling and I see Damon. I sigh and answer it.
(D-Damon M-Melanie)
M- What do you want Damon?
D- Where are you?
M- I'm with mum and dad.
D- What's the address? I'll be there.
M- Damon no. You need to work out how to become a good father. Getting drunk and killing people? Not a good father. Damon please. Me and Little Damon are staying here tonight and will be back tomorrow. You better be sorted out by then.

I hang up and walk back inside. I sigh. When is he going to learn?
"Who was that Mommy?" Little Damon asks.
"It was Daddy. He wanted to make sure that we got here safely." I lie to him. I hate lying to him but he doesn't need a father like Damon used to be. I'm not letting Damon around my baby if he is going to get drunk all the while. Little Damon nods and eats his toastie. After he has finished, he yawns and says,
"Mommy. Me tired."
"I know munchkin. I know." I say to him. I turn to mum and ask,
"Is it ok if we go to bed early?" She looks at me astonished.
"Early? Hun its 8pm." I look at her wide eyed then check my watch and it's indeed 8pm. I nod and take Damon up to bed. I lie next to him and he cuddles up to me like usual. He yawns and falls asleep. My phone lights up and I check it to see a message from Damon.
We need to talk. Get back home early tomorrow. I love you.
I smile and reply.
We will be back about midday. Hope you sorted yourself out. I love you too.
I turn off my phone and yawn. My eyes droop and I fall asleep.