Chapter 6.2: Father who? He's clearly a grandma!

He was lying on his bed, a warm blanket was thrown over his body. The curtains over the window were pulled closed, only a crack left open for a few sun rays to invade his room. On his desk, there was his laptop, a video playing on it. It was there where the voice came from.

It was his mother.

Old videos of his mother, talking and laughing playing around the house with a little Jake and a baby Aiden...

Seeing her, Jake teared up, feeling like he had wool stuck in his throat, choking him.

In the end, he could only say one word, half talking, half sobbing.

"Dad."

Mathew was sitting in the chair. His arms were crossed on the desk, his head resting on them, apparently sleeping. When he heard Jake's voice, his body tensed. Worried eyes landed on Jake, looking at his face that was on the verge of sobbing. Mathew didn't even think about it before walking to Jake and cupped his face, wiped the tears that escaped from those beautiful turquoise eyes while he checked for scars or whatever mi