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Ok guys here it is FINALLY! Part 7! I made it long this time to make up for all the time you guys had to wait for this. I am so so sorry a million times over it took so long to come out but I have got a bad, bad sleeping disorder so my life has been all out of whack. I sleep when I feel like I can. It's 4 in the morning and I'm just now feeling tired. I'll maybe take a 2-3 hour nap, wake up, feel wide awake, and then try to go to bed that night: I toss and turn for hours and hours and don't go to sleep until the real early morning hours. I go to the doctor again in 2 weeks so hopefully she can help
But enough about me and my life! Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for and for the person this is dedicated to I especially hope you enjoy this :)
Enjoy guys! God Bless! -Deidra <3
Meanwhile in South Carolina, Malachi was just stepping off the small plane with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. A nervous smile on his face, he looked around the outside of the airport, watching some people meet up with their friends and family from out of town, others rushing into the building.
Feeling his breath catch in this throat, Malachi spotted John a few feet away, a smile spreading across his dad's face as he spotted him in the small crowd of people.
"Oh God!" Malachi gasped quitely, not taking his eyes off the man in front of him. "It's him!"
John's smile seemed to grow wider as he watched his son slowly walk towards him. "Hey Isaac!" he called out happily. "Welcome home son!"
'Son!' Malachai thought as he started walking a little faster and faster with every step he took. He could feel all of the emotions he had for a long time run through him all at once all over again. He never thought he'd hear those words from his father in his life. Before he knew it he was standing right in front of the father he never knew.
John smiled, holding out his arms and Malachai jumped into them, squeezing his eyes shut, not wanting to start bursting into tears of joy. "Dad, finally!" Malachi whispered, breathing in his dad's scent, the smell of different things in nature surrounding him.
After holding him a big tigher, John let him go and held his shoulders. "I really hope you had a lousy time at camp because you are not going back", he told Malachi teasingly. "The real fun is back at home and it's really no fun when you are not here." He looked at Malachi, studying him for a minute. "You know, something seems a little different about you."
