But I don't want to stop writing about the boys and maybe, if somesome drops in here, you might enjoy it.
Title: Samantha - part 11
Fandom: Zeke & Casey
Author's note: AU - The boys have great future plans ...
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
previous parts: here
- eleven -
Zeke started to get impatient. For almost ten minutes now he could hear them in the kitchen. Great. Casey was still in his room, probably crying his eyes out. The Conner's were fighting, it was getting loud and louder. All because of him.
"How old were you when Casey was born? Remember that?"
"This was different! We were married. I had already graduated."
"Maybe Casey is right with what ..."
"But I would never ... I just try to stay realistic. They can't raise a child, Meredith! That's ridiculous"
"Don't you have at least a bit confidence in your son?"
"Zeke is not a bad boy!"
He almost jumped when the door was opened again. Mr. Connor stepped into the room, still looking tense, followed by Mrs. Connor.
"I've made you some coffee," she said, sounding calm now.
"Guess you can need one!"
Zeke stared at the mug in her hand, not knowing what to say. She smiled reassuring.
"I will go now and bring Casey a hot chocolate. And you two should talk ..."
She threw a stern look at her husband.
"Be nice, Frank, please. Remember, this is not your court room and Zeke is not a defendant The boy needs your help."
With that she left them alone. Mr. Connor turned to Zeke and looked at him thoughtfully.
"Okay, Zeke, can I talk openly?"
He just wanted to get over with it.
"Fine. Zeke, what Casey implied earlier, I didn't mean it that way. I will admit, I still have my problems with your relationship, but I'm not homophobic. This is nothing personal."
Zeke shrugged though he was not totally convinced.
"Okay. I guess, Casey needs his little drama from time to time."
"You know that, huh?"
Mr. Connor laughed slightly but soon enough he got serious again.
"I just want you to think about all this, Zeke. Your way of life is anything but normal. And I wonder if it is good for a little girl to be faced with all this. You might do her more harm than anything else. After all she had to go through lately. I guess what she needs most in the moment is a bit stability in her life."
Zeke pulled the face.
"Oh yeah, sure. Better to leave her with some stupid religious fanatics than with me. But you know nothing at all. They will break her spirit like they tried to do with her mother. I can't let this happen. And if the law takes side with them I will go and take her with me even without permission."
Mr. Connor stroke his chin pensively.
"Sounds like a brilliant plan. This is what we call kidnapping, Zeke, and it's the best way to bring you right into prison. This surely will be a great help for her!"
He watched him intently. Zeke glared back, feeling more and more annoyed.
"So what am I supposed to do? And don't tell me to stay out of her life. I did this once, I won't do it again.
Everything is better than what she has now. If you don't believe me, try to find out more about this sect. About what her parents have done to Kat. She told me, that several times the child care showed up, even the police. She tried to run away twice before she met me because she couldn't bear it any longer. There must be documents about it."
Mr. Connor nodded slowly.
"I will accept that," he said.
"I can see that you only try to do what you think is best for her. But first of all, answer me a question ... and please, be honest. Are you sure that she is your daughter? Isn't it possible, that Anne Catherine was desperate and did lie to you? With her situation ... "
Zeke didn't need to think about it, not even for a second. Since he had gotten Kat's letter it had been beyond all question that she had told him the truth about Samantha. He just knew it. He didn't need any proof. Kat's words were more than enough.
"I'm her father. Though I can't proof it. There was only Kat's letter ... and I've burned it.
Oh ... there is still a video she sent me. But I don't know exactly what it is about. I haven't dared to watch it."
"And you think you are ready to assume the responsibility for a child?"
"I don't know," he admitted.
"Maybe not. Casey says she could come and live with us. But I'm afraid this is a stupid idea. I mean, I have money. I can buy her things. I can even set up a college fund to make sure that she can go wherever she wants later.
But this might be not enough. Not for the moment. She's still so small. After all she's had to go through lately she deserves someone who really cares for her. She needs a home where she can feel save again. Someone who is there for her when she feels alone or when she is afraid at night."
Zeke struggled with air. The more he thought about it the more he knew it. She needed all that what he had never had too. And he would make sure that she got it. No matter what he had to do for it.
"I think foster parents might be a good idea. Adoption. I will do whatever is necessary so that she will get what is best for her."
"Would you agree to a paternity test?"
Zeke blinked confused.
"I think, we should make sure first that you actually are her biological father ... before we start to think about next steps."
He didn't know what to think about this twist.
"What steps," he asked wary.
"You do the test - no one can't deny you that - and in the meantime I will try to find out more about this sect. If the result of the test is positive I will think about it what I can do for her.
If she really can't stay with her grandparents, foster parents might be a possibility, but there are other options too. No need to make an ultimate decision now."
Zeke felt confused. This was a development he never had expected. Probably he should be grateful that Mr. Connor wanted to help him. But a part of him still remained suspicious. He wished Casey would be here. He wanted to talk with him.
"Why are you doing this," he finally asked.
"You don't even trust me. So, why do you want to help me?"
"Everyone has the right of a legal adviser."
Bullshit. Zeke didn't believe a word of this. This was idle talk of a lawyer But he was not his client, he was the lover of his son. Suddenly he knew it.
"It's because of Casey, isn't it? You do this for him. He can count himself lucky to have a father who cares for him that much."
Mr. Connor smiled.
"I try. Though it's not always fun to raise children. It means a lot of sleepless nights. A lot of mistakes you make. And one day you have to realize that they are grown up and ready to start their own life. And you can't even remember how this could happen.
Believe me Zeke, sometimes it's a hard job to be a good father ... but a great one too."
Zeke thought about what he had said. Samantha! He swallowed.
""I hope, we can find a father like you for her. I guess, that's what she needs."
Mr. Connor kept quiet for a moment.
"Don't be so hard to yourself," he finally said.
"I guess, you care more for her than you think you do."
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