Chapter 208: You are my son
"You win." Andrew mumbled, but May didn’t look at him in victory. Instead, her expression got softer and she leaned over, placing a hand on his arm.
"So tell me what happened, Andy. All of it. If you leave a detail out, I will be very angry with you." She warned and Andrew gulped.
Where should he start? Should it be from the argument, or should he explain what happened at Maxwell’s brother’s wedding?
Uncertain, Andrew took a second to gather his thoughts before he opened his mouth.
"I hate being like him." It wasn’t anything he had planned to say, but the words felt right leaving his mouth. "I...I hate knowing that a piece of him won over Mom." Andrew admitted and May’s gaze shifted slightly.
"Andrew, there is no shame in that. There is nothing wrong with you. Especially since half of your genetics came from him." Andrew grit his teeth.
"That doesn’t mean that I can’t feel this way." Andrew shot back and May gave his arm a squeeze.
"That’s okay too. You are allowed to feel this way. I just want you to know that it’s okay for you to have the body that you do." May told him and Andrew shook his head, his gaze focused not on her, nor the food in front of them. He was seeing something else, something distant.
"I knew." Andrew started. May let him speak. "I knew from a young age that if I turned out like him that I would get taken away from Mom. I just knew it. I didn’t know what that meant, but I had this dread inside of me. When I didn’t manifest in my youth, it was such a relief. I thought I was safe. Safe to move on, live my life. I would never have to deal with him again." Andrew exhaled slowly, May’s hand giving another squeeze. She was still here, still listening.