Chapter 128 My Son

"Martin." He said in a dry tone into the phone. "Hi TJ, look I know you're busy so I'm just going to get right to the point," Martin said hastily. Ty rolls his eyes, sighs, and flops down on his bed. "Now I was talking to Mrs. Watson yesterday about changing Tyrone's name and…." "Wait, what? Why are you talking to Mrs. Watson about Tyrone? Tyrone is my son." Ty said calmly even though his hand was folded in a fist.

"But that's just the thing TJ, he isn't and I think he needs to know that," Martin said firmly. Ty groaned massaging his temple and took a deep breath before continuing. "Martin I don't really know why this is so important to you but the child isn't even three years old yet, there's still plenty of time to change his name if needs be, although I don't really know what we would change it to. We don't even know his biological father's last name and giving him his grandma's last name is going to make him think he's her son instead of her grandson if you understand where I'm going with this." He said in a tired tone.

"Well yes but growing up thinking that he's your son will eventually hurt him even more." "Not necessarily, Kayla has already registered him in my name and his grandma has already Christened him in my name and he's already calling me dad. Legally Tyrone is my son, now when he's older, say about ten then I'll tell him the truth and if he decides that he doesn't want to use my last name then we'll take care of it but make no mistake Martin, I've wanted this child since I found out that Kayla was pregnant and nothing has changed. Tyrone is my son, period." Ty said in a final tone.

"Listen TJ, I know that you've always wanted a son but now that you have children of your own don't you think it's time you detach yourself from Kayla's child?" "Are you saying I should let the child suffer for the sins of his mother?" Ty asks in a cold tone.

"Well no but…." "But nothing, you listen Martin, and listen good. Kayla dumped that child on his grandmother and disappeared, she couldn't even manage to care for her two daughters much less a grandchild, now I'm his dad and the only dad he'll ever know until he says differently. I'll never detach myself from him and I'll never leave him, this isn't a fairy tale or a fantasy, this is me telling you that he's my son and I'm his dad and he's the only person on the face of this planet that can change that at the age of eighteen, if that what he wants, now have a good night." Ty said ending the call.

A few minutes later he was about to enter the bathroom when his phone rings again. He grabs it thinking it was Martin again but didn't recognize the number. "Hello." He said into the phone.

"Hi, is this Tyler?" A man asks. "Yes, who is ask…..Wait, Samson?" "Yes, hi, hope I'm not disturbing you?" "No, no not at all, how are you?" Ty asks. "I'm good, how are you?" "A little pissed at the moment but nothing to worry about. So my mom told me a little about what you're going through with your wife, hope you don't mind." Ty said.

"I don't mind, she has been a great help to me. She make me see that all of what has been going on with my wife is an attempt of the devil to destroy my family, funny I didn't see that before but now that I know I'll have to change my entire approach to how I was dealing with it."

"I'm glad she could help." "Yeah me too, so your wife invited me and my kids to your daughter's birthday party, when will you be getting here?" He asks. "And that's one of the reasons why I'm pissed because out of me and you, you might actually get to celebrate my daughter's birthday and I might not." Ty sighs.

"Why?" Samson asks. "Because I have a session that day that ends at three, that's not enough time for me to get home," Ty said sadly. "Well I know or I've heard that what you're doing over there is very important to you but it would be a shame for you to miss your daughter's birthday because of it."

"Yes I know and I would gladly walk away right now If I could but my wife would probably strangle me and it would no doubt set me back if I miss it so I guess I have no choice but to stay," Ty said with another sigh.

"Well now, what if you could do both?" "Not enough time." Ty state. "And that's where I come in, you see, a friend of mine has a private jet which I can make available to you, get you here in half the time," Samson said.

"You would do that for me? Why?" Ty asks. "Because I now consider you my friend and I do things like this for my friends all the time, so are you interested?" "That right there is what I would call a stupid question." Ty snorts.

"Okay then, his driver will be waiting for you at the hotel when you return from your session and his pilot will be waiting for you at the airport, so I'll see you at the party." "Hey Samson, thank you," Ty said softly. "No problem mon," Samson said trying to imitate the Jamaican accent but it just wasn't working for him, his accent was just too strong and Ty couldn't help but laugh.

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A word of prayer

Heavenly Father, I don't want to be counted

among the doubters, I'm a believer,

I trust you to lead me in the right direction as

I break through the barriers of my past