We Meet Again 2

Twenty-six

(Writer)

(Back in DC, 5:00am)

"Ugh... what time is it?" BB spoke aloud to the smells of... bacon? He wondered why his condo was filled with the aroma of meat, then realized that he wasn't alone. His sons were there and from the looks of it, they were hungry for breakfast. He looked over at the digital clock that sat on the nightstand and saw that it was nearing 5AM. He went to the bathroom to do his 'business' then washed up and brushed his teeth. The it occurred to him, being hung over from three glasses of the Terra prof wine, that the ones in the kitchen were small children.

"Yikes!!" He scampered about, heading to the kitchen. What he witnessed was just too precious of a scene. Dylan was mixing what appeared to be waffle dough, and Jr was flipping 4 strips of bacon from the microwave. They even had the Keurig ready to place a pod in for his morning cup of coffee.

BB wondered if Jr had to prepare his own meals, as he noticed him giving instructions to Dill. He asked the young blond boy to ready the waffle iron as he placed the bacon on paper towel to absorb the remaining fat.

"Can you please pass me the vegan eggs Dill? I really want to make dad's breakfast special."

"You got it big bro." Dill expressed with a wide smile on his face, which melted BB's heart. He adored these young men. If nothing in this universe made him feel like a responsible adult, being a father to his biological son and the one he'd chosen, set him over the stratosphere.

(BB)

'What do I do? Do I go in and help my boys with breakfast, or do I go back to the room, pretending that I'm still asleep, and let them bring me breakfast in bed? Huh... I know me.'

"Hey, what's going on in here?" I delightfully shocked the two young ins' as they looked up at me.

"Awe dad! We were going to bring you breakfast in bed!" Jr pouted.

"Yeah you ruined it! Just like when you and mom were together." Dill added then I noticed Jr's disappointment. I felt bad, knowing that Terra and Dylan did this very same act nearly every Sunday morning. It hurt my heart to look into my baby's eyes. I can sense that he'd felt that his gesture wasn't as original as he thought, but with him doing it... it was all new to me!

'My baby wanted to take care of me!'

"Yeah... so... we're making waffles and eggs for you. Dill wanted bacon so I hope that you don't mind me using the microwave." He said then I noticed displeasure in his voice.

"Hmp, yeah... so... I'm not as hungry as I thought I was. Please excuse me, I need a quick break."

"What's wrong Jr?" Dill picked up on the same bad vibes that I did.

"Oh... it's nothing. I just need a break. Please continue without me. I'll be back."

The sting I felt in my soul crippled me. My baby seemed to have thought that he didn't belong in our domestic moment.

But he's oh so wrong! I need my son just as much as he needs me! I don't think that I could stand him shutting me out too! However I know that I couldn't show favoritism. Dill is just as fragile as Jr! I need to talk to him before this flips into a very sticky situation.

After a few minutes, I went into his room and quickly found him on the bed clutching the picture of Raven holding a very pregnant belly, slightly smiling, looking out into the sunset of what I know now to be Columbia, South America. I can clearly see that he's shed a few tears thinking about his mother.