Switched October 31st, 1999: on hold

Chapter Three- Questions

"Daddy it makes no sense" Rey said flopping down on the couch in his office.

"Maybe your mom slept around" he joked.

"Daddy I'm serious ... There's no way in hell that I could be AB and you he B and mom be O... I could only be O or B!"

"Maybe your mom's father or -"

"Dads that's not how Blood works... I get it from you two ... No one else" she sighed .

"Your mom was a slut-"

"Daddy!" She yelled .

"I'm joking ... I don't know -"

"Am I adopted ?" Rey asked .

"No ! We have the photos to prove it! Rey you were not adopted" Han told his daughter.

"Daddy? Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah what's up?" He asked.

"Would you and mom... Be willing to take a DNA test? Like see if there's some genetic mutation " Rey asked.

"I mean... I don't see why not... I'm sure you'll find nothing though sweetheart"

"Daddy .. What if something's wrong with me ? Like ... What if my blood holds the cure for multiple diseases"

"Well.. I guess we'll have to ask your mom if shes okay with it.. I mean, this would require he giving blood too" Han said.

"Thanks daddy" Rey kissed his cheek then walked out of the room.

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"Mom... Am I adopted?" Ben asked when his mother put the pot roast down on the dinning room table , his father sitting down in the process.

"What? NO ! Why are you asking this?" His mother asked.

"I mean... I look nothing like you or dad-"

"Ben.. You look like my father , we've told you..." Benjamin said to his son.

"Yeah but ... I'm different ! Today in class while we were doing our blood tests and stuff mine showed up that I'm AB while your O and you're B!" Ben shouted.

"Benjamin Marcus Kenobi!" His mother yelled.

"If I'm adopted I can take it tell me!" He shouted .

"Ben... You're not adopted! I have the stretch marks to prove it..." His mother said.

"This is crazy..." Ben said "I don't have the same blood type ! I don't have any similar looks ! This makes no sense !" He shouted and ran up to his room.

Ben and Satine looked at each other then Benjamin walked to his room.

"Ben?" His father said sitting down on his bed .

"I don't wanna talk about it..." He said.

"Ben... Listen ... I know you're upset-"

"Dad I'm not upset... I'm lost" he sighed.

"How could you be so lost ? You're home -" Benjamin said.

"For the past 17 years we've moved from place to place and people always ask who I look like..." He sighed "mom has blonde hair ... You have brownish red hair... I have jet black hair... You have grey eyes ... Mom has hazel... I have brown... I'm 6'3, mom is 5'4 and your only 5'11... Dad this is crazy"

"Ben ... I can assure you , you were not adopted... You were born a Kenobi and you'll die a Kenobi..."

"Dad it's science ... We have different blood types. You and mom could never make my blood type... There's no way dad!" He said.

"Ben... What do yo And want us to do" he asked.

"I want the fucking truth! I just want to know !" He said.

"Benjamin... Your mother and I tried for years to have a child... When we did we cherished you... You were born on October 31st . A Sunday in 1999 ... You were born at the St. Lin-Manuel's hospital downtown... I remember ... They yelled that you were breached and it would be harder. Then there was this cry and they took you to get wrapped up" Benjamin rubbed his son's shoulder.

"Dad... Do you think that maybe ... Maybe that mom cheated?"

"No" he said "your mother is a crazy Pinterest mother who loves her family more than anything... She would never cheat on me... She would never do that" he said.

"Then what is it dad? How come I'm different? Dad there is no logical reason for me to be this way... Never dad!" He yelled.

"I don't know Ben... And all i know is that you belong here... No mater what..." He hugged his son then walked downstairs.