"Mommy who is this man?" My son asked his mother.
Epperly avoided my eyes. "Ambrose. A friend of mine." She told him.
"My middle name is Ambrose." Tate said.
"I know buddy, you were named after me." I told him.
Tate seemed to be satisfied with that for now and I was thankful for the moment. What would we even say to him right now? I was still reeling from the fact that I have a son as it is. How would Tate react when he finds out?
Once we pulled onto the long dirt road that lead to the school I could see the curiosity grow in my mates and sons faces. The two of them peered out the window as houses started to come into view. When we got to the gates the guard nodded to me before the gates opened.
"Your pack takes guarding seriously." Epperly commented.
I chuckled at her. "This is not
