A few days later, Jake was sitting with his father in Brock’s dental office, eating Chinese food.
“Jake, I know it’s Christmas and I know that Alex isn’t here. That’s got to be hard for you.”
Jake sat stony-faced. “It’s not your problem.” His head bent down and he focused on the noodles on his plate.
“I’m really sorry that the two of you can’t be together, Jake. I’m truly sorry.”
“Why? It’s not like it’s your fault. I’m sorry. I know that I’ve blamed a lot on you at first, but I’ve come to accept the truth. Alex is just my uncle and you’re my father.”
Brock smiled, reaching into his wallet and handing bills out to his son. “Why don’t you buy your girlfriend something special for Christmas? Girls like that kind of stuff.”
“I can’t do that. You and me, we’re not all fixed yet.”
“Shut up and take the money, son. It’s my privilege as your father. Cheyenne wouldn’t turn down this kind of cash.”
Jake smirked. “I did want to buy her something nice. I have learned things from Mom and Cheyenne.”
“I know I only met her once, but she seems like a nice girl. I’d like to think you’ve inherited your taste in women from me. After all, I did pick your mother.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “Listen, I’ve got to take off. Mom’s expecting me home soon. It’s Christmas Eve.”
The light dimmed in Brock’s eyes. “I know. Merry Christmas, Jake.”
Jake walked toward the door. He turned his head around to catch a glimpse of Brock eating at the desk, trying to eat with chopsticks. “So, what are you doing for Christmas?
To be continued....
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FanfictionA man comes back to Houston claiming to be the real Brock Hart. Is the man who been living with the Harts for almost eight years an imposter? If so, is Reba still married to the real Brock? What surprises are in store for Brock? A Breba story.
