Moonlight

Chapter 3: Three Little Words

Carter

"Carter." Jace looks me over. "You've grown."

"Time does that to a person." I speak in monotone.

I look over his shoulder to see another woman join us. She lays a hand on Jace's shoulder and Jace places his hand atop of her's.

Jace averts his gaze from me to Dylan.

"Carter, you didn't tell me your friend was so..." Jace looks Dylan over. I groan internally.

Jace cannot be serious.

Dylan looks at me, confused.

"What he means is, your friend is a bit.. um.." Jace's wife looks over Dylan, struggling to find the words.

"Hey, mom have you seen my- whoa redneck." a larger guy enters the room, only to stop when he lays eyes on Dylan.

Dylan clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

I look down at Dylan's cowboy boots, tattered jeans, and old Texas A&M t-shirt.

"Are you kidding me?" I hiss at Jace.

"Carter... a word?" Dylan grabs my arm, leading me out of the house.

I roll my eyes and shut the door behind us.

"You didn't tell your family I was, well white?" He hisses.

"It shouldn't matter!"

"Well it obviously does! I mean they could be holding me responsible for invading their land!"

"England didn't take over Spain.. Did it?" I ponder.

"Now is not the time for pleasantries Carter!" He grips his hair.

"Look, if they can't accept you, we can leave."

The door behind us opens, "That won't be necessary." Jace explains.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Excuse my son." Jace apologizes to Dylan.

I snap my head to look at Dylan.

Did he say son?!

Dylan reaches over and takes my hand.

"Apology accepted."

"Please, let me show you to your room. Just allow me to clean up your little mess here."

I smirk at Dylan. This just might work.

***

"Here's your room Carter." Jace opens a door on the second floor.

I gesture for Dylan to go in first.

Jace presses a hand against Dylan, stopping him.

"Your room is down the hall."

I give him a look. He wasn't serious was he?

"Actually Jace-" "Carter I'm your father. That's what you address me as."

I clench my jaw. "Address you? You left us behind along with the title of being a father."

Jace narrows his eyes.

"This is my house and I am taking you in on the holiday break. You will address me as your father."

"What about sperm donor?" I press.

"Why you little-" Before Jace can finish the thought, Dylan has him pinned against the wall by his throat.