I looked back at Boston. The little boy was staring at him wide-eyed. He looked like he was about to cry. I couldn't really blame him I was a total stranger. His mother had just died and now he is dumped off with the poster child for immaturity.

"It's ok kid please don't cry" I said.

I had a seat on the couch. Boston walked over to me and just stood there.

"What's with you?" I asked.

He just stood there and blinked a few times.

"Yeah really smart John like he is going to answer you back" I chastised myself.

He motioned for me to pick him up. I sat him on the couch next to me, that was one of the most uncomfortable times of my life because all he did was stare at me.

"Say something" I said to him.

He gave me this look that would say what are you stupid I'm a baby. The silence was so thick I hate to use the expression that you could cut it with a knife but that is what it felt like. I was about ready to go stir crazy. Someone knocked on the door and I literally jumped out of my seat. I opened it and I have never been so glad to see Trademarc in my life.

"Hey man" I greeted Marc.

I stepped aside to let him into the room. As soon as Boston saw Marc he hopped off the couch and ran to him.

"Hey Monkey" Marc picked Boston up.

Boston began to babble happily, Marc looked like he only understood every third word. Marc gave me a confused look.

"How did you end up with him?" he asked.

"Adrian practically left him on my door step" I replied.

"Well it was in Ashley's will that if anything happened to her you got custody of Boston" Marc informed me.

"Why am I always the last to know everything!" I exclaimed.

"He's your son you should be happy" Marc said "some men actually fight to be able to raise their children"

"Marc I have seen this little boy once in the whole year that he has been alive, I don't know the first thing about raising a kid" I said "hell I'm still a kid myself"

"Bro I really hate to have to be the one to tell you this because I thought that Ashley would have said this to you a while ago but you really need to grow up and take some responsibility"

"I'm going out" I announced.

"What about your son?" Marc asked.

"You know him better than I do you take care of him" I slammed the door behind me.

I stood there for a moment just long enough to hear Marc tell Boston that his daddy would come to his senses someday. I never wanted this everything was fine, at least that is what I kept telling myself. In the back of my mind I always thought that I'd get Ashley back and that her, Boston and I would be a family but that will never happen now. I had no idea where I was going but wandering around aimlessly seemed to help me think. I was walking through this little park.

"I caught the ball daddy" I turned my head to where the voice had come from. A boy who looked to be about 5 was playing catch football with his dad and who I took to be his older brother. The football was cradled in his tiny arms, he was beaming.

"You did it Geoffrey" the father said. He picked the boy up and showered him with kisses. The scene before me was heartwarming. I caught myself wishing that that could be me and Boston in a few years.

"What am I thinking" I scolded myself "I can't raise him and as soon as I find Adrian Boston is going back to her"

After aimlessly walking for hours I made it back to the hotel. Marc was sitting on the couch reading a magazine.

"Bout time you got back" he said.

"I came back didn't I" I retorted.

"But the question is did you want to come back" Marc said.

"I don't know" I said "everything was fine before Ashley died"

"John that little boy needs you right now, you are his only living parent and I'm not saying that it is easy but Ashley did it so you can too"

"I travel 300 days a year how and I supposed to take care of him?" I asked.

"Well you got time to figure that out" Marc patted me on the back before leaving.

I sat down with my head in my hands and sighed.

"He will only be here a couple of days" I assured myself.

I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke up to Boston screaming crying.

I walked into the room where he had been sleeping.

"Shh you are going to wake up everyone on this floor" I said to him.

This only made him cry harder. His face was read from crying so hard. I picked him up and tried to do this awkward rocking motion.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.

He just rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

"Mama" he sobbed.

"I know you miss your mom" I said "I miss her too"

"Shh"

Nothing seemed to be helping, I tried everything I could think of but nothing helped. So finally I just sat there and let him cry on my shoulder. Finally he cried him back to sleep, I wanted to cry myself. People say that the worst thing a person can ever go through is watch their child be in pain whether it be physical or mental and know you can do nothing to help them. That statement is totally true. I was in hell because he was.