Back from London
"Well… If it makes you feel better… You can still teach me how to drive." He gave him a big dimple smile. "I just need you to understand. Even if I’m mad at you because you lost our lunch, I’m not really mad. I don’t blame you for not be there when I was young. I know it took a few years before mom tell you about me. But you tried. And I appreciate that. I love you, dad. No matter what."
Jackson just smiled at him before putting his face in his son's hair and smiling. It was more than he expected from any of his sons. "I will always love you too, buddy." He sighed softly, his eyes tearing up a little bit. "We should order ice cream," he said pulling back and smiling. He leaned in and kissed one of Bryson's dimples.













