Sighing, Jenny let Quinn haul her into his arms. He'd been so romantic, caring & giving since they found out he had a son with Countess Camilla. She tried not to hold it over his head. God knows she had her own secrets...
Jenny started. It was almost as though thinking Camilla's name had transported her there. Wordlessly, Jenny hurried from the room, feeling chills race down her spine. How Quinn could manage to produce a child with her was beyond her!
Holding his hands out, he tried to reassure her, "I promise I won't hurt her... but... I don't know if we're ready..."
"He'll be here in just a few minutes. Be ready."
Having finished saying what she wanted, Camilla disappeared.
But, seeing his son at the doorstep had all his bitter thoughts flying out the window.
"Quentin," he said shaking the boy's hand.
Krista glanced between Quentin and her Dad, confused. "What do you mean?"
Clearing his throat again, Quinn tried to spit out truth. "Quentin is your half-brother."
Krista's eyes filled with tears as she ran from the room.
"How could he?" Krista demanded angrily.
Sighing, Jenny reached out to comfort her daughter. She was alot like her Grandmother, always believing in black and white with no gray area. "It's complicated. We'd been fighting alot..."
"That doesn't excuse it!" Krista said hotly.
"I know it doesn't. I'm just explaining. Your father & I have both made mistakes..."
Quincy and Quentin looked at each other suspiciously, wondering what they could possibly have in common, other than the man standing to their side.
"I know it's not easy," Quinn said sadly. "But, the fact is that you two are brothers. And I would love for you to be close..."
Quincy shrugged. "Do you want to throw the ball around?"
"Sure," Quentin nodded.
"The fame and the money were nice. But, what I loved most was playing. Do you guys want to go jam?"
"Would we ever!" they answered excitedly.
"Jenny?" he asked.
Glancing back at her happy family, Jenny moved outside into the night.