Jack of all Trades

Chapter 6

 I had passed out after finding out I was now Tysons biological (Magilogical?)dad. Its been two days and he's been in a coma. Dr. Kelly says it's just his body resting as it changes, but it still concerns me. What is changing? Will he still be a dragon? The children of Jacks always turn out to be Normals, so did I turn him into a normal? Not knowing what I did to my kid is killing me.

I haven't gone back to school, choosing to sit by my son's side. It still makes me smile. Tyson is my son, my own flesh and blood now. Tanner texted me to ask why I wasn't in school but I didn't tell him what happened, I kinda feel bad, but I wasn't ready for the stress of telling him.

"Dad?" I jerk to my feet and stare right into the eyes of my pride and joy.

"Tyson! Oh my god! You're awake!" I rush to wrap him in a quick hug.

"I love you so much, Tyson," I whisper as tears begin to fall.

"I love you too Dad. What's going on?" He asks, looking around the room.

"I uh- I somehow changed your blood. You are my kid now. Biologically." I tell him. I'm scared he won't like it...

"THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL!" He shouts sitting up straight and clapping his hands. Gasp!

"Who taught you that word!?" I demand in shock. He gets the evilest little smirk and points at me. I blush thinking of all the times I've cursed in front of him. But then what he said sinks in and I squeal (it was a very manly squeal) in happiness.

"You're okay with it? You're not mad? You're the best son in the world!" I shout as I hug him again. I almost pull him off the bed this time.

"I- I am?" He asks brokenly. His lip is wobbling and tears are gathering in his eyes. It hits me like a brick. His parents hurt him, so they probably made him feel bad about himself too... I will kill them if I ever see them.

"Of course," I whisper, rubbing his back like my dad used to do to me. 

"Jack! You were supposed to tell us when he woke up!" My mother shouts as she struts into the room. (way to ruin a moment mom!) "Oh Tyson honey, welcome to the family. I made cookies!" she hands him a plate of chocolate chip cookies and smiles at him warmly. 

"Hey, kid. So, according to the doctor, I'm your grandpa now, and if you don't call me that, I'm gonna give you a knuckle sandwich!" My dad teases him to ease the mood and I don't think I've ever felt more grateful. Tyson giggles and starts talking to my dad. 

"Excuse me, Jack. I should inform you of what I know now." Dr. Kelly says, walking into the room. I stand up and face her. She had been working double hard to keep other doctors from finding out what was going on and doing all the work herself.

"This is going be a lot, so just wait until I'm finished." I nod at her so she counties. "You changed his blood, as you know. But it's just your blood, it's like his other parents never existed. I've never heard of anything like it, but somehow you made a new type of DNA. A completely different bloodline, meaning you two share a blood that has never existed before. You're not even completely related to your parents anymore, Jack, its like they are your great great great grandparents. They are related to you, but not directly. Don't worry about that to much though. I also have a theory that when your magic changed his DNA it may have given him some of your powers or enhanced the ones he already has so he may develop some of your magic and maybe some physical features, like eye color. Jack, it's never been heard of for a child of a jack to have jack magic, so if you start noticing anything weird about his magic, bring him to me immediately. I would like you both to stay the day for testing, but you can go back home tonight and go to school tomorrow." She informs me. 

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I'm woken up by a small body jumping on top of me the next morning.

"DAD! Dad, you gotta get up! C'mon, Dad! It's a school day! I'll get our clothes!" My mind is fogged from sleep, but my heart still melts as Tyson calls me dad. (I will never ever get over how happy it makes me feel)

"Kay, Bud." I croak. I roll out of my bed and land on the floor. 

"Ugh." I groan and push myself up.

"Jack! Get up! I made breakfast!" My mother shouts from the kitchen.

"Never!" I shout back, but get up and walk into my bathroom. I shove my toothbrush into my mouth and rub my finger over the bristles of Tysons. They're dry so that means the little bugger didn't brush.

"Tyshon! Teesh!" I yell around my brush. I hear his footsteps run down the hall before he crashes straight into my legs.

"Well hello there. Here." I say as I put his kid's toothpaste on his small orange brush. He grins up at me and gets to work brushing his teeth. I spit and rinse and grab my hairbrush, running it through my hair, style it, and walk downstairs for breakfast. 

"Mm! Something smells good! What'd ya make Ma?" My mouth waters as I rush to sit at the table. It has a couple of different bowls filled with colorful fruit and huge stacks of pancakes. Mm! 

"I made brownies for after school! Now, where is my grandson?" She demands, tapping her wrist. I gulp and sheepishly point upwards. She gives me a disapproving look and sighs. I feel my mood come crashing down as I remember I'm not really fit to be a dad. I've only ever been responsible for myself and now I have to ensure that my kid does well in the world? Its a lot. I look up to my mom. How does she do it? Balance her magic, her family, her job, and still have time to make a delicious breakfast? Take care of me when I start balling? Or go shopping for new knitting supplies? How does my dad ever have any free time to build shit in the garage if he is raising me? How do they do it? How do I make sure Tyson knows he can turn to me for help? How do I raise Tyson to have manners and be respectful? How do I act like a dad when I'm only seventeen?! I'm still young! I'm still a child! I'm still learning and making mistakes!

"Honey! Jack, baby calm down!" My mother's concerned face comes into my vision as she shakes me.

"Jack! Oh, baby what's wrong?" She asks, whipping under my eyes. Am I crying? When did I start crying?

"Jack, son, tell us whats going on. You're hyperventilating." My dad says, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I am? I look into my mother's eyes and the flood gates open.

"Mom! How am I suppose to be a good dad for Tyson!? I'm still a teenager! I'm not even out of school! I still make tons of mistakes! How do I teach him manners? How do you guys never make mistakes? How do I be a parent when I'm still a child?" I  sob, placing my head in her shoulder.

"Oh, honey. Do you think me and your dad never make mistakes? We make plenty! One time we left you alone in a grocery store and another time I forgot to give you dinner and so many other things." I remember being scared out of my mind when they left me in the store.

"What you need to do is learn from your mistakes. When you do make them, make sure Tyson understands them and knows how they happen. I could tell you felt he was yours from the minute you brought him home. It's okay, Jack. You're not in this alone, you have me and your father. You got this." She promises, stroking my hair.

"Yeah, dad! You got this!" I almost fall off my chair in surprise at the sound of Tysons voice.

"See, even Tyson thinks your a good dad. It's okay." My dad says,  ruffling my hair. I scowl.

"Dad! I just did my hair!" I snap at him. He chuckles and dose it again.

"Go get ready for school you two. Tyson, I assume you'll be going with him again?" My dad continues. 

"Yeah! C'mon, I made us match!" Tyson cheers, dragging me up to my room. I laugh and let him drag me.

I love this, I love being his dad. I'm still scared, and I know I will make mistakes, but I can do this. I will do it for my son and for his future.