OI MATE. I'm KNACKERED with this dang question bouncin' all ova the place in my head, ight? How'd you meet even Jim anyway? What... like... did he bloody... BLOODY... give you free money.. or some rubbish... yeah?--did the lad 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧 British noises /silly
Okay on a serious note how did you meet Jim... I know he isn't actuallllyyy your kiddo, so how'd you meet him
(Btw admin I love this blog YOURE DOING GOD'S WORK I LOVE MONTY!!!!!!!! He's so unnoticed </3)
Monty guffaws, "My! Quite the accent you've got there, lad!" he grins.
"You want to know how I met little Jimothy?"
His grin turns into a soft smile at the mention of his son. "Ah... Well, it was quite a while ago, yessiree!"
"Well, if this old bag of bones can remember correctly, it was probably 1988 when I'd found Jim..." He says fondly, "He must've been 3 at the time... Poor little feller had just lost his mom and pop to a car accident." He sighs,
"Y'see, they were headin' home after watchin' a movie when it happened. Jim was at home with a babysitter... Poor kiddo was left without a family, an' without a home or any relatives to take care of him anymore, he got sent to an orphanage."
"I'd lost Kamilla bout 4 years prior, and we'd always wanted children. I firmly believe it was her spirit that drew me there because I don't know if I would've gone into the orphanage otherwise- I was a single man, with many responsibilities as mayor, and didn't think I was up t'bein a father all on my own."
"Yet I still walked right in! An' the clerk sure was surprised to see Mayor Monty strut in, I'll tell ya that!" He guffawed, "But I went right in 'nd asked if I could get registered for adoption or foster care. After doin' a lot of paperwork, havin' my home get studied... I was approved!"
"I remember feelin' somethin' tug at my heart when I got the letter back tellin' me I was approved... Was like an unfinished dream of mine was comin' into realization."
He wipes at his eyes a little bit, "And they'd said they'd found a little boy who was a good fit. An' you can guess who it was. My Jim."
"I was initially his foster parent, but I'd only come to realize after, that I couldn't imagine sayin' goodbye to him. Down the line, I officially adopted him- But that didn't happen for a good while. It was a long an' tedious process, but one that was well worth the while."
"Jim was initially real shy of me, an' he was a little afraid of me too- But that's all to be expected. He'd lost his family and was too young to understand why mom and dad weren't comin' back... I tried my best to fill that gap for him, though."
"He-" Monty sniffles a little bit, "'Scuse me, youngun'... I get a little emotional... He'd called me dad for the first time when he was about 7 'nd when I tell you I'd cried..."
"I firmly believe Jim'd changed my life. I'd been grieving over Kamilla heavily, and havin' a kid to look after had given me a new purpose, alongside with me bein' mayor of Roadtown. Comin' home to my son every day, bein' able to hear how his day went at school... Being there for somebody again, was all this old heart needed to start healin'. And for that, I am so grateful."
"An' the fact that I could've filled in what was missin' for him... Be his dad..." Monty sniffles again, "Aye... the fact that I mean to him as much as he means to me... He really was my miracle child. And he's still workin' miracles every day, lookin' after me... taking care of Roadtown alongside me... My son will be a great Mayor someday."
He wipes his eyes one last time, removing his glasses. He smiles at you, "Well, that's how I met Jimmy... I wouldn't trade him for the world. I hope that answers yer question, sport! Sorry if I went a little off the rails there... I tend to ramble."
He laughs, "'S hard not to when ya care about somebody so much! Aye... I am so proud of how far my son has come, from the skittish little boy he was... Gettin' to watch him grow up was the highlight of my life. Thankye kindly for the question, chap! It's nice to walk down memory road, sometimes... An if ya ask me, I'd say he's every bit my son, just without the blood- but when you've looked after someone for so long, does that really matter?"
Monty guffaws, "But I'm sure yer tired of hearin' this old man ramble- I'll let ya go. Would ya like a sweet?" He offers you a jar of candies on his desk.
"You have a good one now! And I like your accent!" He chuckles as he waves you off.