Tough Love

Chapter Twenty

~Jia's P.O.V.~

As soon as I left Harley's room, I went straight down stairs to the home library where I knew I'd find my mom reading and drinking a hot cup of tea. I knocked on the door frame to get her attention. She looked up at me, with a look of startle on her face. "Oh, Jia, you startled me." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I came in and sat down on the couch with her. "What is it dear?" I must have a troubled look on my face. "Mom. I'm going to be honest with you. I eaves dropped on you and daddy talking. I didn't mean to at first, but then I heard my name so I stuck around to listen. I want to know now what it is that you and daddy need to tell me. I'm ready." She had almost a bewildered look upon her face, but it quickly subsided, and she sighed. "Okay. But let me get your dad down here first, he's going to want to be down here as well. She went upstairs to fetch him. I stayed seated on the couch as I waited for them. When they returned, they both sat on each side of me, my mom to my right and my dad to the left. "What we are about to tell you is hard and difficult for not only you to hear, but also for us to talk about." My dad started to talk. "And we need you to keep an open mind as we tell you-" My mom started to finish, before I cut her off. "Just get on with it, please." Mom gave me a funny look that was hard to read what the emotion was. "You're dad....he isn't...he isn't really your dad." My mom was starting to shake, and I was too shocked to do anything. "Your real dad died in a car accident when your mom was only a few months pregnant with you. I soon fell in love with her though and decided I wanted to marry her, and I assumed position as your father in place of your real dad. I have always loved you like you were my own, because in my eyes you are. Just because we don't share the same blood does not change one bit how I feel about you and how I treat you. Right now, you're my one and only child. And I love you so much." By the time my dad was done talking, the three of us were crying and hugging. Right now I was into much shock though to truly comprehend what was going on, but I knew one thing for certain at least: My dad isn't really my dad, but I was ready to hear that, and it doesn't change one bit about how I feel for my mom or dad.