James continued to stare at the ceiling. He felt like an intruder. He wanted so much to really get to know these people, to be able to have a family, but it was so hard.<br/>Martin....he struggled to think of him as 'dad' had been so accommodating, accepting him from the first thirty seconds as did Sheila after she had gotten over the initial shock.<br/>As for Rebecca, well Martin had explained what had happened. He knew how emotional he could get, maybe that was something he shared with Rebecca.<br/>Rebecca, his sister, twin sister at that...how much did they have in common? His thoughts a jumble, unable to take it all in.<br/>'Nice people. Hope I can be a son they want' James thought and continued looking up at the ceiling, occasionally glancing at the wall.<br/><br/>Martin held Sheila in a hug that helped them both.<br/>"I don't know how to feel" Martin admitted to his wife, "Our son is alive and here, now. I'm so happy."<br/>"Me too" Sheila replied, "What about Rebecca though? She was so upset."<br/>"I know." a sad sigh from Martin "I don't blame her. We put her through hell this morning and now......"<br/>"She's confused, maybe if I talk to her" Sheila moved to head upstairs<br/>"No, don't. She's more than confused. We must have ripped her emotions in half with all we've put her through. We need to let her get used to the idea of having a brother, don't push her." Martin insisted.<br/>"After what happened before, no wonder she torn" Sheila replied.<br/>They sat holding each other in silence for a short while longer.