I'm Not Complaining That It's Raining (sequel to Aventures)

Epilogue

The lady excused herself, walking out of the room by the door behind her. She asked Brendon to go get the kid's car seat and his bags so she could make sure we had everything.

He quickly ran out of the room, after pecking me on the lips. So, just like that, I was left alone in the lady's office, my thoughts getting lost in the corners of the small room.

I was still shaking, my breath unsteadier than ever. I wondered if Matthew would hate me when he grew up. He most likely would. I was not an exceptional man, and I would probably be far from an exceptional father. I was a very ordinary man, doing very ordinary things.

I was so scared of leaving Brendon alone in this. I was so scared I would be such a bad father for his child, I was so scared I would be a bad husband for him, I was so scared I would be a bad man. If blood idn't family, blood is still blood. I was a Ross. I wasn't exactly from the most prestigious line of people, and genetics are genetics. George was not my father, but I was his biological descendant. I was obviously going to show some aspects of his personality at some point. There was obviously something about him that transfered to me. I was going to be horrible, such a bad parent, such a bad husband, such a ba-

"Hey. She isn't back yet?"

I shook my head.

He sat beside me, putting everything beside his chair. He looked at me, but I kept staring at my hands. He took my hand in both of his, and kissed my knuckled. "You're doing it again. Stop it, Ryan. Please. I need you."

I finally looked up at him, my eyes meeting his beautiful hazel brown ones. I could breathe again, so I took a deep breath and kissed him a little, closing my eyes in the process.

I could try and calm down. If Brendon needed me, I'd be there for him. Yeah, I could do that. I could, right? Yeah, I totally could. Maybe. I could try.

I rubbed the inside of his hand with my thumb, and broke the kiss. He smiled sadly and kissed the top of my head. "It'll all be perfect. You'll be perfect."

I let out a shaking breath, and nodded. "I'll do my best. I will. For you. I love you, okay? I'm just really scared."

He smiled, "I know you are. I am too. Hell, I'm terrified. But we'll make it, okay? We'll make it, together."

I nodded, tighting my grip on his hand. The door opened a few seconds later, the lady carrying a small, so small boy. Matthew was only eight months old, and when we came to see him for the first time, he was only a few weeks old. His parents, anonymous of course, weren't ready to welcome little Matthew in their lives. The orphanage welcomed him, and called us to say they had a baby for us. Brendon and I had been waiting for quite a while to get an answer from them, but as soon as they called us, we ran there. Brendon was so happy. I was still trying to figure out how I was feeling about all this.

The lady smiled at Brendon and I, asking, "would you like to hold him?"

Brendon nodded quickly, stading up and walking to her. He carefully took the little boy wrapped in a blue blanket, and looked down at him, smiling. His eyes were filled with tears and stars, he was in love with the kid. They already had this bond, this sort of connection you get with your child.

"Ryan, could you pass me the bag, please? Oh, and the car seat, too. Thanks, babe."

I nodded, grabbing the bag and car seat, that were just a few feet from me. I walked to Brendon and put everything on the lady's desk.

"Brendon, could you show me the bag you've brought?" the lady asked.

"Yeah, sure. Uh... Ryan? Could you hold him for me?"