I wanted to keep going, but I had to tell him now. "Oh, umm yeah sorry you have a son." He got off of me and rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks as red as Sam Pottorff's. "No, that's the thing, he's- he's your son." I reassured his. No answer... "Kian say something." I breathed. "Where is he?" He finally said, but before I could say anything kian ran downstairs.
