A Perfect Storm

Chapter Thirteen

Three months later-

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Sara asked as I entered the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Nobody knows what's in the box"

"Whatever's in it can only clear things up, whether it's in a good way or not. And we have a clear plan as of this morning" I explained.

"Alright. I just wanted to make sure you'll be okay with whatever it is you find" she told me before she left the bathroom, once I was finished getting ready I joined her in the main section of the room. "And you're perfectly fine with tomorrow's plan?" I questioned as we headed to the bed.

"Yes, Neal" she assured me. As we got to the bed I saw a small lump underneath the covers, I pulled them back to reveal Jaxon laying curled up in the middle of the bed. Sara laughed, "did you know he was there?"

"No. I put him to bed in his room"

"Well he must be pretty good at sneaking around then cause I didn't hear his door open or close again." I nodded as I moved him up in the bed so his head was on the pillows before getting in with him and Sara. Sara turned to face me once I layed down, "ya' know, if we weren't pretending to get engaged and really were, I would already be happy with what we have. I mean we have the two of us and Jaxon, our own little family. I know he's not my son but I feel like I have a connection to him now." She told me with a smile.

I smiled back, "You definitely do, I think he sees you like a mother. I know I won't be the only one here who misses you when you leave."

"I know....I'm sure I could visit again one day. It's not like I'll have to stay there forever" she pointed out, gently brushing some hair off Jaxon's face. "He looks so peaceful when he's asleep" she said as she looked down at him.

"Yeah" I agreed before smirking as a thought arose, "that is until he starts kicking you" I added as I turned the light off which sat next to the bed.

"It's not like he does it on purpose"

"But it hurts" I pointed out.

-Jaxon's POV-

I had been home from school for an hour, June had helped me with my activity page we had gotten to practice our writing, and so I was now laying on my bedroom floor coloring in one of my coloring books. I heard the door leading to the rest of the house open then heard June and my dad greet eachother before the door closed again. I heard my dad walking down the hall to my room, "hey, how was school?" He asked as he sat down in front of me.

"Fun! But I can still read better than can write" I stated as I sat up.

"Yeah, but don't worry about that, you'll be working on you're writing skills through about...8th grade."

"That long?!"

He nodded, "But don't worry, it really won't be very long before you can write like a grown up" He informed me, I could hear the main door close, dad clearly heard it too because he looked behind him then stood up, "Stay here" he ordered, but he didn't sound to serious about it so I quietly followed him, he had stopped in the door between the hall and main room, I could see grandpa standing by the kitchen table, digging through papers, "Don't bother." My dad stated which made my grandpa stop digging and looked up before responding.

"Neal, Thank God you're okay."

"Stop. I already saw it." Dad said as he walked out into the room and so I quietly headed a bit further to the door and knelt down between the wall and door frame so that I could hear and see but it'd be hard for me to be spotted.