Amy assured Adri it was only good things. Amy then asked how the drive was while Adri went out to the car. When she came back in he wrapped his arm around her as they opened them. Amy was obviously thrilled and excited, "Jake this is so awesome. You have your own signature shirts through them? This is so cool. I'm very proud of my big brother. Ooo an autographed picture. I'm definitely keeping ahold of this." She giggled a bit and told Adri how good the baskets were put together.
Jake looked at his mom as she just kind of looked through the stuff and didn't say a word. "Not your style Ma?" His mother, Eileen, looked at him, "I don't want to support my son getting beat up for a living, you knew this." She tossed them aside and he looked away sighing already getting annoyed trying not to blow a gasket. "Yeah well Adri worked hard on putting it all together for you. I thought you'd at least like a shirt with my name on it." She looked at him, "No you mean your father's name on it who has been nonexistent in your life." He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "That's not my fault. I've not been here 20 minutes...and you already are laying in. Now you know why I never come home." Amy sighed and looked at Adri apologetically, "You thirsty? Want to come pick something out of the kitchen with me?" Amy was trying to get Adri out of the middle of a soon to be heated argument. She got up and walked to the kitchen. "Let them argue it out and hopefully they will be fine. I'm so sorry you have to see her like this...great first impression eh?" She opened the fridge for Adri, "What sounds good."
"I bring my girlfriend home because I'm excited to show you how well I'm doing and for her to meet you and you got to be all pissy the minute I walk in the door. Sorry, yes I should have called but I thought you'd be happy to at least see me, hell Amy was happy why can't you? Would it kill you to be happy for me just once in my life?"
His mother shook her head and this time rolled her eyes. "My son chose to get beat up for a living, why would I be happy about that? We've been through this Jake."
"You didn't seem to care that I got beat up as a kid. Why do you care now."
"That is unfair Jacob!"
"Is it? You know my whole life that piece of shit told me I'd be nothing. MY name is on that shirt. MINE. I'm finally something and my mother can't even be a tad bit proud of me."
"I don't understand why you'd walk around as a Daniels but threw a fit when your stepfather wanted to adopt you. You father hasn't been around that's a slap in the face to your stepfather. The man who raised you."
Jake shook his head almost laughing. "The man that raised me? You still are protecting him...he didn't raise me he beat me. I would rather them call the name of a man who was nonexistent than a man that beat me." He shook his head. "You are unbelievable. You are making a total ass of yourself in front of my girlfriend...the woman who put a lot of time and effort into planning this trip so if you'd at least pretend to care that would be great. Then I'll be out of your hair and you can go back to hating me." He started for the kitchen his temper was boiling.