caught him turning around, our turquoise eyes meeting. He stopped still as he stared back at me, his thick brows lowering. Now that I examined him, I was sure that we shared a similar lip shape, too.
My voice caught in my throat. “Field,” I managed. “Could I… have a word with you?”
He looked at me uncertainly, but nodded. I sat down at an empty table with him, the two of us in opposite seats. I hesitated. How do I break this to him? I guessed there was really only one way… “Field, I… I’m your mother.”
He looked like he’d been stunned. His lips parting, his breath hitched. “What?”
“You were born from my egg. You are my son.”
God, this felt so weird. I could only imagine how Grace would react once I told her.
“One of our witches did a test,” I went on, my voice becoming more unsteady.
“ Mother? ” he mouthed.
“I’m afraid I don’t know who your father is,” I said. So don’t ask me that. Although I was curious, there was a part of me that hoped I would never find out who his father was. It would take the strangeness of the situation to a whole new level.
Field’s face only grew more stunned as I went on to explain how he must have been conceived. How my eggs had been stolen, and I never knew about his existence. How I never would have known, had it not been for Lawrence finding and bringing him here.
I talked and talked, and by the end, when he was still silent, I couldn’t bear to sit here facing him any longer. I stood up and moved around to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He rose and, even as he stood much taller than me, I drew him in for a hug.
He was stiff at first beneath my embrace, but then his arms loosened and wrapped around me. These boys weren’t used to affection. I doubted Field had ever been hugged. The only constant in their lives had been each other.
I couldn’t stop the tears leaking from my eyes again now, even though I wished that they wouldn’t.
As we drew apart, my hands running down his arms and clasping his hands, we looked each other over again.
“Mother,” he repeated, as though he still couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. It would take a while for this revelation to sink in for all of us.
As I turned, I realized the other four boys were watching us. Unfortunately, I had no idea who their parents were. I couldn’t spot any of my traits in them, so I could only assume it was just Field created from one of my eggs. I wasn’t sure that my nerves could have hacked two surprise sons, so it was just as well.
“I’d like to take you to your half-sister,” I told Field. “She doesn’t know about our connection yet. Would you mind that?”
“I’d like it.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
Still holding Field’s hand, I led him out of the room and to the elevators, where we ascended to Grace’s floor. As we emerged and I caught sight of Ben, a warm smile spread across his face.
I led Field to him and introduced Ben. “This is my husband,” I told him. I was tempted to add , And the closest thing you have to a father, but there would be time for that later.
Field was in too much of a daze to smile back at Ben.
“And Grace, whom your blood saved, is your sibling,” I continued. “Is Grace awake?” I asked Ben.
“Yes. She came out here just a short while ago. Lawrence is with her now.”
I turned to Field. “Let me go in and break the news to her. Then you can meet her a second, proper time.”
Ben and I left Field in the hallway and entered Grace’s room to find her and Lawrence sitting on the bed. As I hurried to my daughter and knelt before her, I told her everything about Corrine’s findings. Her expression mirrored Field’s uncannily.
“Oh, my God,” she said, her voice choking up. “Wh-Where is he?”
I took that as my cue to return to the corridor and bring Field in. He eyed Grace nervously, then slowly moved toward her. As Grace attempted to stand up, Lawrence assisted her, holding her waist and
My voice caught in my throat. “Field,” I managed. “Could I… have a word with you?”
He looked at me uncertainly, but nodded. I sat down at an empty table with him, the two of us in opposite seats. I hesitated. How do I break this to him? I guessed there was really only one way… “Field, I… I’m your mother.”
He looked like he’d been stunned. His lips parting, his breath hitched. “What?”
“You were born from my egg. You are my son.”
God, this felt so weird. I could only imagine how Grace would react once I told her.
“One of our witches did a test,” I went on, my voice becoming more unsteady.
“ Mother? ” he mouthed.
“I’m afraid I don’t know who your father is,” I said. So don’t ask me that. Although I was curious, there was a part of me that hoped I would never find out who his father was. It would take the strangeness of the situation to a whole new level.
Field’s face only grew more stunned as I went on to explain how he must have been conceived. How my eggs had been stolen, and I never knew about his existence. How I never would have known, had it not been for Lawrence finding and bringing him here.
I talked and talked, and by the end, when he was still silent, I couldn’t bear to sit here facing him any longer. I stood up and moved around to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He rose and, even as he stood much taller than me, I drew him in for a hug.
He was stiff at first beneath my embrace, but then his arms loosened and wrapped around me. These boys weren’t used to affection. I doubted Field had ever been hugged. The only constant in their lives had been each other.
I couldn’t stop the tears leaking from my eyes again now, even though I wished that they wouldn’t.
As we drew apart, my hands running down his arms and clasping his hands, we looked each other over again.
“Mother,” he repeated, as though he still couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. It would take a while for this revelation to sink in for all of us.
As I turned, I realized the other four boys were watching us. Unfortunately, I had no idea who their parents were. I couldn’t spot any of my traits in them, so I could only assume it was just Field created from one of my eggs. I wasn’t sure that my nerves could have hacked two surprise sons, so it was just as well.
“I’d like to take you to your half-sister,” I told Field. “She doesn’t know about our connection yet. Would you mind that?”
“I’d like it.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
Still holding Field’s hand, I led him out of the room and to the elevators, where we ascended to Grace’s floor. As we emerged and I caught sight of Ben, a warm smile spread across his face.
I led Field to him and introduced Ben. “This is my husband,” I told him. I was tempted to add , And the closest thing you have to a father, but there would be time for that later.
Field was in too much of a daze to smile back at Ben.
“And Grace, whom your blood saved, is your sibling,” I continued. “Is Grace awake?” I asked Ben.
“Yes. She came out here just a short while ago. Lawrence is with her now.”
I turned to Field. “Let me go in and break the news to her. Then you can meet her a second, proper time.”
Ben and I left Field in the hallway and entered Grace’s room to find her and Lawrence sitting on the bed. As I hurried to my daughter and knelt before her, I told her everything about Corrine’s findings. Her expression mirrored Field’s uncannily.
“Oh, my God,” she said, her voice choking up. “Wh-Where is he?”
I took that as my cue to return to the corridor and bring Field in. He eyed Grace nervously, then slowly moved toward her. As Grace attempted to stand up, Lawrence assisted her, holding her waist and
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