HELP HELP I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY FEELINGS ARE DOING
In his entire life, Jamie didn't think he'd ever seen his father this angry. Hell, even when he'd been 16, drunk and left behind on Long Island, it hadn't been this bad, his dad had seemed more disappointed than anything else.
He'd heard his dad's raised voice as he approached the door, and he'd been too busy arguing with a woman sitting on their couch to notice Jamie coming inside. And what he heard...he sort of wished he'd taken longer coming back to the apartment.
He kept his face very carefully blank as he looked at his father, then over to the dark-haired woman on the sofa. "Filing away several of those things to talk about later," he said, in what he thought was a pretty calm tone. "From what I heard, this is...you're my mom?" he asked.