Delicate snowflakes flurried down from the heavens, covering Newport, Rhode Island in a fresh blanket of freshly fallen snow on the first day of December. 

 

Hayden Crowley stood on the lawn of the family-named Crowley Hotel. He clutched his mug of spiced chai, warming his hands as he oversaw the hanging of Christmas lights outside the building.

 

“How does it look, boss?” asked one of the workers, a young man with a bushy beard and a friendly smile. He balanced on top of the ladder as he added the finishing touches to the outdoor decor. 

 

Hayden beamed. “Everything looks stunning. You’ve done a marvelous job. You should be proud of yourself.” 

 

The young man blushed. “Aw shucks, it was nothing.”

 

“Don't sell yourself short. You’ve been working all night, and your work has really paid off,” Hayden said.

 

“You’re the best, Hayden! I’ve worked in a lot of hotels, and The Crowley is the best in the biz.” 

 

Hayden offered a modest smile. “You're far too kind.” 

 

When Hayden first received this hotel as an inheritance, he never would have believed that he managed to keep the place afloat, much less turn it into one of the top hotels in New England. However, with lots of patience and determination, that’s exactly what he’d done.  At the time, the gift of the hotel had been more of a burden than a blessing. 

 

The Crowley Hotel had been his father’s wild business venture turned nightmare. Hayden grew up in Kensington with his exorbitantly wealthy family. Despite their lavish lifestyle, his father was never satisfied with any of it. He always thirsted for something new, something bigger, something that could fill the growing void inside him. He was a man born with everything, and he’d quickly grown bored with having it all. His father fancied himself an entrepreneur who developed countless business plans, ranging from edible phone cases to Bluetooth umbrellas. His father had been a man of many ideas and a very short attention span. He’d make some progress with a certain idea, but quit the moment he grew tired of it. 

 

That was why the whole family was shocked and horrified to learn that he’d purchased a hotel in America. A hotel in Rhode Island? It was an absurd notion, but his father was convinced that this was the one idea that would finally fulfill him.

 

Unfortunately, it was a complete disaster from the start. His father had no idea how to run a hotel, and it quickly became apparent that he’d made a terrible mistake. The hotel's debts mounted, and the building slowly deteriorated. The entire family resented him for dragging them to the United States for a lousy investment that was bleeding them dry.

 

When his father passed away, Hayden was entrusted with the hotel because he was the eldest child and the only one his father trusted with the responsibility. The rest of his family returned to England the second they got the chance, and they encouraged him to sell the hotel and do the same, but Hayden chose to stay here. Everyone called him a fool for choosing to stay on this sinking ship of a venture, but he refused to let it go. Not because he felt any sort of loyalty to the place, but because he was desperate to prove that, unlike his father, he wasn’t a quitter. 

 

Hayden spent years turning the hotel around, pouring his heart and soul into every inch of the place. He worked tirelessly day and night, making countless sacrifices along the way. The Crowley Hotel was his passion, his pride and joy, and he was determined to make it a success. And a success it became. After years of tireless work, countless renovations, and a total revamp of the hotel's image, Hayden had finally done it. The Crowley Hotel was now one of the most luxurious hotels in all of New England, and Hayden had become one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the area.

 

As he looked around at the freshly strung Christmas lights, Hayden felt a profound sense of pride. He was proud that he had achieved the impossible and transformed The Crowley Hotel into the success it was today.

 

He turned away from the lawn and stepped inside. Inside was bustling with life; families were everywhere, laughing and celebrating the holidays. Some of them had been coming to The Crowley for years, and witnessing their joy brought a bittersweet feeling in Hayden’s heart. He felt happy that he had made so many people feel at home here, but a piece of him longed for what they had. He’d always wanted a family of his own, but after going through three divorces before the age of forty-five, he accepted that it wasn’t meant to be. His life wasn’t unhappy. He had his hotel, his cat, and his loyal staff, who had become like family to him. Hayden had learned to be content with that.

 

As Hayden bustled around the lobby, delegating the holiday preparations, he overheard a conversation between a security guard and a front desk clerk.

 

“I had to kick that homeless guy out again this morning. He just won’t give it a rest. I’m afraid I’m going to have to call the cops if he won’t leave us alone,” The guard said. 

 

The clerk’s eyes widened. “Do you really think we need to get law enforcement involved?” 

 

The guard sighed. “I don’t want to, but this guy is relentless! I don’t know what else to do.” 

 

Hayden couldn’t help but interject. “What are you talking about?”

 

The guard turned to Hayden.  “There’s been a homeless dude who comes here every day, begging to meet with you. Don’t worry, I told him to scram.”

 

Hayden’s brow furrowed. “Did he say what he wanted to speak to me about?”

 

The guard shook his head. “He wouldn’t tell me anything. He claims it’s personal.” 

 

Hayden’s head spun as he pondered the possibilities. What could this person possibly want from him? After a few moments of consideration, his curiosity got the better of him. “Do you know where he went? I’d like to talk to him.”

 

“I think he’s still outside, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. This dude is really rough around the edges. I don’t think he can be trusted. He might be dangerous.”

 

Hayden had met countless people from all walks of life while running the hotel, and he had learned better than to judge a book by its cover. “I appreciate your concern, but my mind is made up.”

 

“Would you at least like some backup?” The guard asked, cracking his knuckles. 

 

Hayden waved his hand dismissively. “That won't be necessary.” 

 

….

 

Hayden stepped outside and scanned the area for any sight of the man. He spotted him lying down on the cold, stone steps. The huddled figure was truly a tragic sight. His body looked so frail and willowy, it seemed as though a gentle breeze could snap him in half. He was clothed in a tattered, gray trench coat and jeans that looked like they’d passed through a war zone. He had some of the longest hair Hayden had ever seen. His severely tangled tresses fell past his lower back. Hayden took a tentative step forward toward him. Upon further inspection, he was less of a man and more of a boy. He couldn’t be a day over fourteen. Beneath the matted curtain of hair, hid a youthful face. The exposed skin on his face, neck, and hands was covered in a patchwork of burn marks. Hayden suspected the rest of his body bore matching scars. He had soft, hazel eyes that bore a perpetually haunted look. Those were the eyes of a boy who had seen far too much for someone his age. 

 

Hayden’s heart shattered as he watched the poor boy shiver in the cold. Hayden knew just by looking at him that the boy wasn’t dangerous, as the guard had claimed. His intuition told him he had nothing to fear, and it was always right. 

 

Hayden walked towards the boy and crouched beside him, careful not to startle him. “Hey there,” he said softly, “are you okay?” 

 

The boy looked up at him with those haunting eyes. “Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpered.

 

Hayden lowered his voice to a gentle whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you, love. You’re safe here. I just want to talk. I heard you were looking for me.”

 

The boy gasped, and a look of awe crossed his expression, as if he were meeting a celebrity. His eyes glimmered with unshed tears as he studied Hayden, taking in every detail. “You’re Hayden Crowley!” 

 

Hayden smiled. “That’s me. How may I help you?” 

 

The boy stared down at his worn-out boots as he spoke. “My name is Jason, and Irissa Leroy told me to come here.” 

 

Hayden recoiled at the mention of his second ex-wife. He hadn’t heard her name in well over a decade; not since he caught her having an affair with his brother. Despite his best efforts, Hayden couldn’t keep the disdain out of his voice. “What does she want from me?”

 

“She’s dead,” Jason said. “She has been for a while now. She was my mother. She told me to come here if I ever needed anything because you’re my father.” 

 

Hayden felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. Was it possible Irissa had been pregnant when they separated? Had she hidden this from him all these years? He surveyed the boy’s features, looking for any trace of himself that could be found within them. They both had thin lips, angular noses, small ears, and a heart-shaped jawline. Could it really be true? Was this boy his son? 

 

“I’m so sorry I showed up here like this, but I have nowhere else to go.” Jason wrapped his arms around himself for some semblance of comfort. 

 

Hayden softened at the boy’s show of vulnerability. “It’s quite alright, love. Everyone is welcome here at the Crowley. Now, let’s go somewhere warm and get you cleaned up.” 

 

….. 

 

Hayden led Jason into the hotel and up to the luxury suite on the top floor that Hayden had claimed as his personal living space since inheriting the hotel. 

 

As they walked in, Jason gazed around with wonder, taking in the grandeur of the suite. The expansive living room was adorned with plush velvet sofas and a grand piano. A fireplace crackled merrily, casting a warm glow on everything.

 

Hayden’s young calico companion jumped down from her napping spot on the back of the couch and rushed over to greet them. She sniffed the hem of Jason’s trousers, then purred and rubbed her head against his legs. 

 

Jason scooped up the kitten into his arms and began rocking her like a baby. The cat purred and snuggled into his embrace. A look of pure joy crossed his face. “You have a kitten? She’s so cute! What’s her name?”

 

Hayden smiled at the sight of the happy pair. “Her name is Slushy.” 

 

Jason tilted his head quizzically. “Slushy? That’s a funny name. Why did you name her that?” he asked.

 

“I found her in a dumpster behind a local ice cream shop, fast asleep in a cardboard box for a slushy machine. It’s not very creative, but the name stuck,” Hayden explained. 

 

Jason chuckled softly as he scratched behind Slushy’s ears. “I like it.” 

 

As Hayden watched Jason play with Slushy, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth fill his chest. “It looks like you two are getting along well.” 

 

Jason looked up at Hayden, a soft smile on his lips. “I’ve always loved cats. I volunteered at the animal shelter back home.” Jason’s expression turned solemn, and he gained a far-off look in his eyes. “I used to have a cat of my own, but that was a long time ago.”

 

Hayden could sense that talking about his past was difficult for Jason, so he decided to change the subject. "Well, why don't we get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes? I have some old things that should fit you."

 

Jason nodded, gently placing Slushy back on the couch and following Hayden into the large, marble bathroom. 

 

Hayden handed Jason a set of clean clothes and a towel before gesturing to the shower. "Go ahead and take your time; I'll be outside if you need anything."

 

….

 

Once Jason was settled and Hayden could hear the shower running, he called his friend Victor, who worked as a DNA analyst. Hayden waited with bated breath for several rings until Victor picked up.”

 

“Hey Hayden, I’m at work right now. Can this wait?” 

 

“I promise not to waste too much of your time, but I need a paternity test,” Hayden said. 

 

“Wait, what? A paternity test? Who’s the lucky lady?” Victor joked, trying to ease the tension. 

 

Hayden sighed. “It’s a long story, but a boy showed up at the hotel today claiming to be my son. I need to know if it’s true.”

 

“Woah, that’s crazy! Do you think he’s actually your son?” 

 

“I don’t know what to think,” Hayden said, massaging his temples. “It’s certainly a possibility. The timeline seems to match up, but it’s just so hard to believe.” 

 

Victor let out a low whistle, the sound crackling through the phone line. “That sounds like a lot to handle. If you don’t mind me asking, do you want to be the father? I know you’ve always wanted kids.”

 

“I don’t know,” Hayden confessed. “Right now, I just want answers.”

 

“Well, I can certainly help you with that. I’ll need a DNA swab from both of you, and we’ll evaluate it from there. The process will take a couple of days. I’ll call you back when I get the results.”

 

“Thank you so much, Victor,” Hayden said before ending the call. He turned around to see Jason standing behind him, and he couldn’t help but jump at the surprise. His footsteps had been so silent, Hayden had no idea he was there. A clear transformation had taken place. Jason's hair was clean, though still long and matted, his skin scrubbed raw, and he wore new clothes. He looked in much better shape now. Hayden's heart raced as he met Jason's gaze, fearing that he had heard the conversation about the paternity test. But Jason's expression was unreadable, his eyes piercing into Hayden's with an intensity that made him shiver. “How much of that did you hear?” 

 

Jason didn’t break eye contact. “Most of it.” 

 

He sighed. “Listen, Jason-” 

 

“You don’t trust me,” Jason said plainly. He didn’t sound hurt or offended; it was simply a statement of fact. 

 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. There's a lot going on right now, and I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

 

Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a Q-tip. He swabbed the inside of his cheek with it and handed it to Hayden. “I have nothing to hide. If it turns out I’m not your son, you’ll never hear from me again. I promise.”

……

 

The rest of the evening was spent in silence. Hayden had room service deliver them dinner. Jason ravenously devoured his chicken and rice with a spoon. His hands shook as if they no longer had the strength to hold a knife and fork. He acted as though he hadn’t eaten in months. Guessing by the looks of his emaciated frame, that sadly wasn’t much of an exaggeration.

 

 Once his plate was empty, Jason quietly thanked him, then retreated to the guest bedroom for an early bedtime. 

 

Hayden stared at his closed door with a mix of emotions. He couldn’t help but feel like he’d made a mistake of some kind. Was he wrong for wanting tangible proof that Jason was his son? He didn’t think so. He barely knew this boy. He could be a serial killer for all Hayden knew. All he wanted was closure. Even so, the guilt was still there, gnawing at him. Whether Jason was his biological son, a lying con man, or something in between, it was evident that he was in desperate need of care, and starting tomorrow, Hayden resolved to provide him that, at least for the time being.

……..

 

Hayden awoke early the next morning to the sound of someone playing the opening to Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” on the piano. The rendition was slow and played with much hesitation between chords, but the sound was pleasant nonetheless. Hayden entered the living room to see Jason sitting at the piano with Slushy curled up on his lap. His head was tilted down toward the keys, but his thick veil of hair obscured his face from Hayden’s view. Hayden walked over to him and stood behind him, watching as his fingers clumsily moved across the keys. 

 

Jason jumped when he noticed Hayden's presence and turned to face him.

 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Hayden said, smiling reassuringly.

 

“It’s okay,” Jason said in a small, timid voice. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

 

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad someone’s putting the piano to use.” The grand piano was a relic left behind by his third ex-wife, Meredith. No one had touched it since her departure, but the hefty thing was too much work to remove, so Hayden kept it around as decoration. Hayden eyed the empty space on the bench beside Jason. “May I sit with you?” 

 

Jason hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He returned to the keys, and Hayden watched as he played a few more hesitant chords. This time, his shoulders were stiff with tension, caused by the anxiety of having an audience. 

 

Hayden leaned in to get a better view of the keys, and he noticed Jason’s hands were shaking. “Relax,” Hayden said, offering a comforting smile. “You’re playing beautifully.”

 

Jason’s face flooded with emotion. He looked up at Hayden, tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I haven’t played in so long. It’s nice to have the opportunity to do so again.”

 

Hayden couldn't help but feel sympathy for the young man beside him. He knew Jason had been through a lot, and the scars on his body were a physical representation of the emotional damage he had endured. Hayden found himself desperately wanting to know more about the boy who claimed to be his son. Hayden's heart ached at the sight of his vulnerability. He reached out to touch Jason’s shoulder, a gesture of comfort, but then thought better of it. “You don’t have to explain yourself if you don’t want to, but I am curious - what is your history with the piano? When did you learn you loved to play?”

 

"I used to love playing the piano as a kid. I started taking lessons when I was five or six. I was never a prodigy or anything, but it was something that I loved more than anything.” He smiled as he recalled the happy memories, but his expression turned solemn as he continued. “But then I was in a house fire, and I was badly injured. My hands suffered severe nerve damage, and I’ve had limited mobility in my hands ever since. I haven’t even looked at a piano in ages, but yours was so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.” 

 

Hayden’s heart broke as he listened to Jason’s tragic tale. Hayden had noticed how Jason struggled to hold the silverware at dinner, but he’d written it off as exhaustion. He felt like a failure of a parent for overlooking Jason’s obvious challenges. He resolved to be more attentive of Jason’s needs in the future. “Feel free to use the piano as much as you’d like. I love listening to you play.”

 

Jason’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you, Hayden. That means a lot to me.”

 

“Would you like to play a song with me?” Hayden suggested, hoping to bond with his newfound son. 

 

Jason's eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly nodded his head, an eager smile spreading across his lips. “I’d love to. Do you know how to play?” 

 

“My mother signed me up for lessons when I was a boy, but I always found it dreadfully boring. I hated sitting still for so long, but I still remember some of the basics.”

 

Jason smiled up at him with a look of curiosity. “What did you like to do when you were young?”

 

“I was a dancer.” 

 

Jason’s expression lit up in surprise. “You were?”

 

Hayden nodded. “It’s true. I was quite talented, too. I starred in Swan Lake and The Nutcracker several times before I retired.”

 

“Why did you stop?”

 

“I got too old. The old joints don't bend like they used to,” Hayden said, rubbing his knees. 

 

Jason gave an empathetic nod. “We’re kind of the same. We can’t do the things we loved like we used to.” 

 

Hayden paused for a moment to consider his words. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find new things that make us happy. I, for one, rather enjoy running this hotel. I enjoy meeting new people and seeing them have a good time. And now that you’re here, I have a whole new reason to be happy.”

 

Jason grinned back at Hayden, taking in his words. “I’m just glad that you want me here.”

 

“Now, let’s get back to that song, shall we?” Hayden suggested. With his fingers resting on the piano keys, Hayden began to play a gentle melody. He closed his eyes, allowing the music to transport him to a different time and place. He heard Jason join in. Together, they created a sweet duet that filled the room with warmth.

 

As they played, Hayden couldn't help but notice how Jason's hair kept falling into his face, obscuring his view of the keys. Hayden paused mid-song and turned to Jason. “You know, I bet you’d see a lot better without all that hair in your face. Would you like me to help you tie it back?”

Jason's face immediately fell, and his hands stopped playing abruptly. “No, please don’t. I don’t want anyone to see my burn scars. I look like a monster.”

Hayden lovingly tucked his son’s hair behind his ear. “Listen to me carefully, love. You’re beautiful. Your appearance is nothing to feel ashamed of, and you never need to hide yourself from me.”

 

Jason felt a tightness in his chest as he looked up at Hayden, the man's eyes filled with nothing but adoration and pride. He had never felt this kind of love before. The kind that made him feel safe and cherished. He’d spent nearly his entire life making himself small and invisible, but Hayden made him feel seen in a way he’d never experienced before. He couldn't help but let out a sob, his emotions getting the better of him. 

 

Hayden couldn’t stop himself from pulling his son into a tight hug. “It’s alright. You’re safe here. I’ve got you now.” 

 

……

 

Hayden spent the rest of the day ensuring that the house was accessible for Jason. Then he helped Jason pick out some assistive utensils that strapped to his hands, which could make eating, writing, and other self-care tasks easier for him to manage. Hayden thought that it was imperative for Jason to feel safe and supported in this home. 

 

Jason practiced with the new utensils over dinner. At first, there was a bit of a struggle as he adjusted to the unfamiliar method of eating, but with Hayden's encouragement, he quickly got the hang of it. As they ate, Hayden couldn't help but notice how Jason's eyes lit up with each successful bite.

 

Afterward, Jason wrapped Hayden in a tentative hug and said, “No one has ever cared about my needs before, so thank you.”

 

Hayden happily returned his loving embrace. “You’re very welcome, my dear. I know it’s difficult for you to talk about your past, but I’m here if you ever need anyone to talk to.” 

 

All Jason said was, “I’ll think about it.” before retreating to his bedroom for the night. 

 

….. 

 

The next evening, Hayden buzzed with anticipation as he made his way to Newport's annual Christmas market. This had been his favorite part of the year ever since he was a boy, and he couldn’t wait to share it with Jason. He’d always dreamed of coming here with a child of his own. Although the circumstances were different than he’d imagined, he couldn’t be more thrilled to have Jason here with him. 

 

When they arrived, the market was bustling with people and energy. Stalls lined the cobblestone streets, each one bursting with holiday decorations, treats, and trinkets. Twinkling Christmas lights resembling candlelight illuminated the streets, and live musicians played Christmas carols for everyone to hear. Hayden could almost feel Jason’s excitement as his eyes lit up at all the wonders surrounding them.

 

They made their way through the crowds, stopping at every other stall to admire the wares. Then Hayden noticed a refreshment stand selling festive treats. “Would you like something, Jason?

 

Jason hesitated for a moment, glancing between Hayden and the stall. Eventually, he smiled and nodded. 

 

They walked closer to the booth to get a better look at their selection. They served a menu of mulled wine, hot cocoa, eggnog, gingerbread, and fried dough. Ultimately, they decided on two mugs of hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies. The hot cocoa was rich and creamy, with a hint of cinnamon that warmed the soul. The gingerbread cookies were light and fluffy, with a perfect balance of sweet molasses and spiced ginger flavor. 

 

Hayden let out a hum of delight as he tasted them for the first time. “This tastes incredible! You need to try it!”

 

Jason brushed his hair out of his face, putting his scars on full display as he took a sip. “You're right. It's delicious."

 

Behind them, a group of teenagers snickered as they spotted Jason. "Look at that freak with the scars!” one of them called out. 

 

“Ew, he’s so ugly,” a girl chimed in. “He looks like a mix between Freddy Krueger and The Phantom of the Opera.” 

 

“Somebody better call Batman and let him know Two-Face escaped Arkham Asylum,” another joked. 

 

Jason buried his face in his thick curtain of hair to escape the shame. 

 

With fury burning in his eyes, Hayden tightly clenched his fists, watching the group revel in Jason's humiliation. Hayden felt a hot rush of rage overtake him, like an angry bear desperate to protect his cub. “How dare you speak to my son like that!” Hayden thundered, stepping forward to confront the group. "He's been through more pain than you could possibly imagine, and you think it's funny?" 

 

The group of teenagers stopped their snickering and turned to face Hayden. They seemed a lot less confident after being confronted. One of them stepped forward, unafraid. “Look guys, the freak needs his daddy to fight his battles for him. If you have a problem, come fight us yourself!” he shouted at Jason.  

 

Hayden clutched the bully’s shirt in his fist threateningly. “Listen well, young man. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves," he continued, his voice low and menacing. "What kind of people can see a boy who has lost everything, and find joy in his suffering? Where are your parents? I need to speak to them about your behavior!”

 

Jason placed a gentle hand on Hayden’s arm. “Please stop. It’s okay. Let it go.”

 

Hayden didn’t want to let it go. He wanted to make sure these kids paid dearly for bullying his boy, but he respected Jason’s wishes. He released his grip on the boy's shirt and turned away, but he couldn’t resist saying, “I hope none of you ever had any plans of staying at The Crowley Hotel because I’m issuing you all a lifetime ban!” 

 

The group of teenagers quickly scattered, not daring to look back. Hayden felt a sense of satisfaction knowing he had put those bullies in their place, but his heart ached for Jason. He had seen the shame and hurt in his son’s eyes, and it broke his heart. He wrapped a protective arm around Jason.

 

Jason smiled up at him. “Thank you for standing up for me, but those guys aren’t worth the trouble.” 

 

"I'll always stand up for you, no matter what," Hayden said. “No one makes fun of my beautiful boy and gets away with it.”

 

With that, Hayden and Jason walked away from the refreshment stand, eager to put the incident behind them. They moved on to a booth selling vintage clothes, toys, and accessories. Hayden browsed their selection of ties, while Jason spotted a collection of teddy bears. He focused his attention on a dark brown one with a yellow ribbon around his neck. He couldn’t stop himself from giving the bear a hug.

 

“It looks like you’ve made a new friend,” Hayden said. 

 

“I used to have a bear just like this one,” Jason said, a note of vulnerability creeping into his voice. “Mom gave it to me. It was hers when she was a little girl. I lost it in the fire, along with everything else.” 

 

Hayden took the bear from Jason’s hands and held it up to his face. It was soft and worn, but still in good condition. “How about I buy it for you? It will be my Christmas gift to you.”

 

“I can’t ask you to do that,” Jason said. “It’s vintage; it’s probably really expensive.”

 

“I assure you, I can afford it. If that’s what you’d like, I’m happy to get it for you.”

 

Jason gently squeezed the bear’s paw and shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I’m probably too old for a teddy bear anyway.” Instead, Jason opted for a sensible scarf and hat that were on sale. 

 

While Jason was distracted by a pianist performing on stage, Hayden discreetly purchased the bear and hid his bag with the intention of surprising him on Christmas morning. He sensed deep down that Jason secretly longed for the bear. If Jason rejected the gift, he could always donate it to a child in need. 

 

Once the booths had closed and the lights went out, Hayden and Jason began their journey home. 

 

“What did you think of your first Christmas market?” Hayden asked. “Did you have a good time?”

 

Jason couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “I always have a good time when I’m with you.”

……..

 

Hayden was startled awake in the middle of the night by distressed cries coming from Jason’s room. Hayden jumped out of bed and raced across the hall to see what was the matter, his heart pounding at the thought of Jason being in danger. He burst into the room, ready to face whatever trouble lay ahead. He found Jason thrashing around in bed, soaked in sweat, his face contorted in anguish. He spoke incoherently, his words choked and broken.

 

Hayden shook his shoulders, trying to rouse the boy from whatever had taken hold of him. 

 

Jason's eyes snapped open, but they were unfocused, and his gaze darted around the room as if he couldn't recognize where he was. His breath rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

 

Hayden held Jason's arms, trying to calm him down and bring him back to reality. But Jason continued to struggle, his body trembling as if he were in the grip of a violent storm. He pulled Jason into a tight hug, holding him close. “You’re alright, love. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Do you want me to call the hospital? They’ll know how to help you.” 

 

Jason managed to shake his head. “No, it's just a nightmare. I'll be fine. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

 

Hayden gently embraced him, holding him even closer. “It’s not fine. Look at you. You’re trembling.” 

 

“It’s really not a big deal,” Jason insisted. “This happens all the time. I’m used to it.”

 

Hayden couldn’t keep the surprise out of his expression. “This happens to you all the time?” 

 

He nodded.

 

Hayden brushed Jason’s tangled mass of hair away from his face, so he could look his son in the eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.” 

 

Jason shrugged. “No one has ever cared before.” 

 

Hayden couldn’t believe that someone could watch such a sweet boy suffer through these nightmares and respond with apathy. It was then that Hayden made a promise to himself that he would always be there for his son, no matter what. “I care,” Hayden said softly. “I want to know what you’re going through. I love you, and I wish to help you however I can. If you feel like talking about it, I’m here for you.”

 

Jason sniffed and nodded. As he began to speak, he gained a far-off look in his eyes, as if he was trying to distance himself from the pain of his memories. “The dreams always feel so real. I close my eyes, and I’m in my childhood bedroom again. I can still smell the smoke as it invades my lungs. I can hear the sounds of Mom’s screaming coming from downstairs, followed by silence. I was too scared to leave my hiding spot.” He reached out an arm and studied his patchwork of scars. “I feel the fire burning me up. I remember passing out when the pain became too much. I thought I was dying.” At that point, Jason couldn’t remain stoic any longer and burst into sobs.

 

Hayden softly stroked his hair and whispered reassurances into his ears. “It’s okay, love. You don’t have to share anymore. You’ve already been so brave.”

 

Jason’s sobs began to subside as he leaned into his father’s embrace, and Hayden wished for nothing more than to take his son’s pain away. 

 

As Hayden studied the boy's scars, he could infer that they were old wounds, which meant the fire had taken place long ago. Hayden didn’t want to ask the question for fear of further upsetting Jason, but he had to know. “Jason, who took care of you after the fire?”

“No one really. I was passed around between different relatives, but they were all desperate to pass me on to someone else. No one wanted the extra burden of taking care of a kid who couldn’t use his hands. I came all this way to find you because I couldn’t bear the neglect any longer. I thought if anyone could learn to love me, it would be my dad.”

 

Hayden held his son close, never wanting to let go. “Oh, Jason, I’m so sorry you had to go through all that. I can’t imagine how scared and lonely you must’ve been. I want you to know that I couldn’t be happier to have my son here with me. I love you, and I never want you to go away.” 

 

“I love you too, Dad,” Jason said before yawning from exhaustion. 

 

“Before you go back to sleep, I have a little surprise for you. He’ll help keep you safe while you’re asleep.” Hayden quickly ran to the closet to fetch the gift, then returned to Jason’s bedside. “I was going to wait til Christmas to give him to you, but now seemed like the correct time.” Hayden handed Jason the teddy bear from the market. 

 

Jason gently fingered the bear’s ribbon in disbelief. “You bought it?” 

 

Hayden nodded. “I did. I could tell you two needed each other.”

 

Jason hugged the bear close to his chest and beamed. “Thank you, dad. I love him.” 

 

Hayden leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Jason’s forehead. “You’re welcome, son. Sweet dreams.”

 

………

 

Jason slept peacefully for the rest of the night with the companionship of his new fuzzy friend. 

 

The following day, Hayden sat at the kitchen table, overlooking some important paperwork for the hotel when Jason soundlessly approached. Jason moved about the house like a ghost, seldom seen nor heard. Hayden hoped one day he would feel comfortable enough to not make himself invisible. 

 

“Dad, can I ask you for a favor?” 

 

Hayden set down his papers and focused his attention solely on his son. “Of course, love. What can I do for you?” 

 

Jason handed Hayden a pair of scissors and said, “Will you please cut my hair?”

 

Hayden stared up at his son’s waist-length hair in shock. “Really? Are you sure you want to cut it off? It will take ages to grow back.”

 

Jason gave a resolute nod. “Long hair is too much work to care for on my own. Besides, I’m done hiding.” 

 

Hayden could see the resolution in his son’s eyes, and he knew Jason had made up his mind. He followed Jason into the bathroom and set up a chair. He draped a towel around Jason’s shoulders and asked, “How short would you like it?” 

 

Jason held up the cover of a magazine featuring a young actor sporting a short, classic, comb-over haircut. With a style like this, the scars on Jason’s face would be fully visible for the world to see. 

 

Hayden hovered the scissors over his son’s waist-length hair, hesitant to make the first snip. 

“I appreciate your faith in me, but I’m not qualified for such a task. Are you sure you don’t want to see a professional? I’ll book you an appointment straight away.” 

 

Jason shook his head. “It’s alright. I trust you. Besides, it’s only hair.” 

 

Hayden held his breath and began to cut. The sound of the scissors filled the bathroom as they glided through Jason’s hair. With each severed strand, Jason’s face became more visible. His palms began to sweat as he diligently worked. Hayden had no experience with cutting hair, and he feared he would butcher the poor boy’s hair, further shattering his fragile confidence. 

 

“Relax,” Jason whispered. “You’re doing a great job.” 

 

“I am completely and utterly relaxed,” Hayden lied. 

 

Jason shot him an incredulous look. 

 

“Oh, alright. I’m a bit nervous,” Hayden conceded. “I mean, it is a big change. My father always ruined my hair whenever he tried to cut it, so I’m a little apprehensive, that’s all.” 

 

Jason perked up with curiosity at the mention of Hayden’s father. “Are you close with your dad?”

Hayden let out a solemn sigh. “Unfortunately not, he passed away many years ago, but we were never close, even when he was still alive.” 

 

Jason’s expression morphed into one of concern. “Why not?” 

 

Hayden pondered his response for a moment. He rarely voiced the grievances he held toward his late father because it felt pointless now, but at this moment, he chose to be honest with Jason. “Nothing I did was ever good enough for him. He was so caught up in his own world, he hardly noticed me. He never came to a single one of my school plays or dance recitals. Whenever I tried to spend time with him, he’d push me away, claiming he didn’t have the time. He always found time for my brother, though.” Hayden couldn’t stop the bitterness from creeping into his voice. “My father only had so much love to go around, and there was never enough left for me. I always wanted to be a father so I could prove that love isn't something that runs out. That's why I try so hard to be there for you, Jason, even if it means cutting your hair and potentially making a mess of it.” 

 

Jason listened intently, his eyes full of compassion. “You’re a great dad,” he said softly. “And you’re doing an amazing job with my hair. I’m sorry your dad wasn’t there for you, but he must have loved you a little bit, right? He gave you this hotel, didn’t he?”

 

Hayden shook his head. “I’m afraid this hotel was a punishment, not a gift. While my brother inherited the family fortune, I got a hotel with a leaky roof and hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt. This hotel was meant to serve as one last reminder that I could never be as loved as my brother. That’s why I’ve worked so hard to make this place a success. I needed to prove that I could do something that they couldn't.”  

 

Jason gave an understanding nod. “What about your brother? Are you close with him?”

 

“Sadly, no. My jealousy and resentment toward him prevented us from ever having a relationship. Even though it’s not his fault he’s the favorite, I can’t help but hate him for it. He had a charm and charisma that no one could resist. Everyone liked him better, our parents, our schoolmates, even my own wife fancied him more than me. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m the problem. Perhaps I’m just hard to love.” 

 

After a moment of silence, Jason spoke up. "I've never had a hard time loving you. I’ve only just met you, but you’ve been the best dad I could’ve hoped for.”

 

A warmth spread through Hayden’s chest, and he fought to keep himself from becoming emotional. “Thank you, son.” 

 

Jason's eyes twinkled mischievously. "So, are you going to finish my haircut or what?" 

 

Hayden chuckled, relieved that the mood had lightened. He resumed cutting Jason's hair, his hands more steady now. He finished the job with precision, trimming the edges, and cleaning it up. He took a tentative step backward to admire his work. If not for the scars on his face, Jason would be completely unrecognizable from the boy he’d once been. The new haircut was so short, yet it suited him beautifully. It was sharp, trendy, and stylish, and it brought out his sharp features. Hayden set the scissors on the edge of the sink. “It looks like you’re all set. Why don’t you take a look at yourself and let me know what you think?”

 

Jason stood up and stepped toward the bathroom mirror. He let out a delighted gasp upon seeing his short hair for the first time. He ran his fingers across the fully exposed burn scars on his face, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Confidence looked beautiful on him. “I love it! Thank you so much!” 

 

Hayden wrapped his arm around his son affectionately. “You’re very welcome, love. You look incredible; handsome doesn’t even begin to describe it.” The pair shared an emotional hug, and Hayden wondered what he did to deserve such a wonderful son. 

………

 

Late that night, Hayden sat at his desk, responding to work emails. Slushy hopped up onto the desk beside him, and strutted across the keyboard, sending a message of utter nonsense to an important associate. Hayden sighed and lifted the cat by the armpits. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” 

 

Just then, the phone rang. Hayden carefully set Slushy on the floor and then answered the call. “Hey, Hayden, it’s Victor. I have the results of your paternity test.”

 

“Oh.” With everything that had happened over the last couple of days, he had nearly forgotten about the paternity test. He wasn’t so sure he even wanted it now. Part of him didn’t want to know the truth. He longed for things to remain exactly as they had been these past few days, but Hayden knew he couldn’t live in ignorance forever. Hayden fought to keep his voice even as he spoke. “What does it say?” 

 

“The results show that you are not Jason’s biological father.”

 

Hayden dropped the phone as Victor’s words settled in. The news was like a swift punch to the gut. He found himself gasping for air as he reeled from the pain of the revelation. It felt like the world was caving in on him. Had Jason known the whole time? Was this some kind of sick ploy to get money from him? Hayden shook his head. No, Jason was a good boy; he would never do such a thing. 

 

“Hello? Hayden? Are you still there?” Victor said as Hayden picked the phone off the floor. 

 

“No! That can’t be right! Run the test again!” Hayden demanded, his voice shaking. 

 

Victor let out a solemn sigh. “I already double-checked the results. I’m sorry, Hayden, but he’s not your son. I apologize if this isn’t the result you were hoping for, but it’s the truth.” 

 

Hayden couldn’t stop the hot rush of tears from streaming down his face. After a life full of hurt, Hayden assumed he was immune to heartbreak, but never once in his life had he felt a pain quite like this. He hung up the phone and collapsed into his chair, burying his face in his hands. Hayden couldn’t stop himself from looking back on every happy memory he shared with Jason. He couldn't help but recall the overwhelming feelings of pride and joy he had each time he held Jason in his arms. Jason had been the light in his life he never knew he needed. He had been everything Hayden had ever wanted in a son, and he loved that boy more than words could possibly express.

 

Slushy seemed to sense his distress because she purred and rubbed her face against him. Hayden gently nudged her off the desk. He wasn’t in the mood for feline comfort. All he wanted to do was fall apart as he tried to figure out what to do next. 

 

Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door. Hayden looked up to see Jason standing in the doorway. “Dad, are you okay?” 

 

Just as he was starting to pull himself together, hearing the word, Dad absolutely crushed him all over again. It took all of Hayden’s willpower to remain strong, as he said. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

 

Jason ignored his instruction to return to bed, and he rushed to Hayden’s side to comfort him. “Dad, you’re crying.”

 

Hayden tried to stop the tears from flowing down his face, but it was useless. He couldn't hide his pain from Jason anymore. “It’s nothing, son,” he said, trying to pull himself together.

 

But Jason wouldn't be deterred. He wrapped his arms around Hayden in an embrace that seemed to last forever before saying. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. So, I’m so sorry if I did something to hurt you. I never want you to feel sad because of me.”

 

Hayden wiped away his tears and affectionately stroked the boy’s newly-short hair. “Listen to me very carefully, love. I want you to know that what’s going on isn’t your fault, and you have nothing to be sorry for. I love you always. Promise me you’ll never forget that.”

 

“I promise,” Jason said in a soft voice, burying his face in Hayden's chest.

 

Hayden held on to Jason for a few moments longer, savoring the moment as best he could. He knew things could never be the same between them, but he wanted Jason to feel loved and secure in his arms one last time.

 

…….. 

 

Hayden couldn’t sleep a wink that night. He had too much on his mind. He knew he needed to tell Jason the truth, even if it would completely and utterly destroy Hayden to do so. Hayden sat on the edge of his bed in quiet contemplation until sunrise. As the morning light flooded the hotel suite, he heard Jason practicing a tune on the piano, just like he did every morning. Hayden knew he couldn’t prolong the inevitable, so he got up to meet him. 

 

Jason sat in the living room, gently tapping away on the piano keys. Hayden’s heart swelled with pride as he watched him play. He’d improved so much in only a matter of days. Now he moved with much less hesitation, and his newfound confidence was palpable in every note he played. 

 

When he finished his song, Hayden gave him a round of applause. “Excellent work. That sounded even better than yesterday. You’ll be a true virtuoso in no time.” 

 

Jason blushed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you.” 

 

Hayden slumped down on the bench beside Jason. “I need to talk to you about something upsetting, but I ask that you remain calm until I’ve finished speaking. Can you do that for me?”

 

A look of concern etched itself onto Jason’s features, but he nodded. 

 

“I received the results from the paternity test, and it turns out I’m not your father. I’m so sorry, love.” 

 

Tears pricked in the corners of Jason’s eyes as he stared at Hayden in disbelief. “No,” he whispered, his utter heartbreak evident in his voice.

 

A wave of sadness flooded Hayden’s chest at the sound of devastation in Jason’s voice. “I know it’s hard to hear, but it’s the truth. I’m not any happier about it than you are.” 

 

“What’s going to happen to me now?” Jason asked, his whole body shaking with emotion.

 

“That’s what I want to speak to you about. Jason, you’ve only been in my life for a couple of days, but they’ve been the happiest days of my life. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and I’d like to make you a permanent part of my life.” 

 

“What are you saying?” 

 

“If you’d do me the honor, I’d like to adopt you as my son. Or, if you prefer, I can help you reunite with your real father. I’ll do whatever it takes to locate him if that’s what you want. Either way, you are welcome to stay here with me for as long as you’d like. There’s no rush. You’re free to think about it for as long as you need to before making a decision.”

 

“I don’t need to think about it. I want to stay with you, Dad,” Jason said resolutely. 

 

Hayden’s heart was so full of joy, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up his son and twirling him around. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

 

Jason laughed and hugged Hayden tightly. “I love you, Dad.” 

 

“I love you too, son.” Hayden had never felt happiness quite like this because he knew he had found the family he'd always dreamed of.