Sister Of A Son {COMPLETED}

twenty five.

"How'd you understand what they were saying?" I asked.

He sighed. "I didn't. Luckily, a nice man behind me did. He translated for me."

I smiled. "How nice of him."

(A/N: I'm going to kind of rush.)

We went to Amsterdam. We were finally on our way home. The past three weeks have been nothing but fun, but I'm ready to go home.

Our plane landed in Charming.

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Juice and I were sitting in the Social Services office. My stomach was in knots. I was scared to see Finn. I was scared to see how he'll react.

"Are you ready to see him?" The woman asked.

Juice gave my hand a squeeze. I nodded and stood up.

The woman brought Finn into the room. He had short brown hair and light brown eyes, like Jace's.

He was 4 years old.

"Mommy?" Finn asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, baby, it's me."

He smiled big and hugged me. "I missed you so much, mommy."

I picked him up. Juice was smiling too.

"Is this daddy?"

I looked at Juice.

"Yes." Juice said.

Finn held his arms out for Juice to hold him. Juice carefully held him.

Finn wrapped his small arms around his neck.

Finn held onto Juice as we walked out to the car. He put him in his car seat.

I dialed Jax.

"Yeah?"

"Did you get the bed and stuff?"

"Yeah. Op and I set it up."

I frowned. "Jax, you didn't have to do that."

"I know. I wanted to for my nephew. What's his name anyway?"

"Finn Jackson."

I could hear him smile. "Jackson? Isn't that sweet."

"I didn't even know you." I rolled my eyes.

"You must've." He teased.

"Stop," I smiled, "thank you for setting it all up. We'll be home in 10 minutes."

"Alright, bye."

I ended the call and put my phone in my purse.

Juice kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other on the car door.

Jax always said you tell your old lady nothing, or you tell them everything. I couldn't help but wonder what Juice was doing. Was he telling me nothing? Or was he telling me everything?