Bryton
Roya leads me inside her home.
To say I'm nervous about spending time with my son would be crazy, right?
Well, I am.
All I could think about last night was, what if Jaxson doesn't like me?
What if he gets upset about me being here and runs from me?
I don't want to scare him; I just want to be a father to him.
I thanked Roya when I arrived because she deserved it. She's been Jaxson's mother for four years, taking care of him and doing everything in her power to keep him safe, to pay for treatments he needs to keep him alive. I know she has mounting medical bills; I saw the letters on her mantel. I didn't mean to read them, but it was hard not to.
Should I have taken those bills?
No.
Should I have made a few calls this morning before I came over here and cleared those medi
