Hi everyone! This is my second fanfition! My first one was Operation Channy, which I got some great reviews from. By the way both Chad and Sonny are 35 in this story. I am very sorry I am going away for 5 days on Sunday so I will not post for a week but I will post one chapter tomorow morning before I go! Enjoy and please please please review!

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Chad Dylan Cooper's POV

"Allie! Your breakfast is getting cold!" I shouted up the stairs.

"Ok dad just coming!"

I heard her run down the stairs and appear in the kitchen door. Her beautiful blonde locks flew over her shoulders and her hazel brown eyes sparkled like a hundred diamonds.

"So what's for breakfast?" She jumped on to the stool by the breakfast bar and I slide over to her a plate of syrup covered pancakes. "Yummy!"

She tucked in quickly and I chuckled she ate so fast! By the time I had turned round to grab my plate of pancakes she had finished hers and was racing out the door at full speed. "Allie, lunch!" I shouted She ran back in took the lunch bag from me gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"Thanks dad." She then ran back towards the door.

"Have a good day at school!" I shouted before I heard the door slam behind her. I sighed and stared down at the syrup covered pancakes. I had suddenly lost my appetite. I picked up my cup of coffee and headed upstairs into my office. I passed Allie's bedroom on the way up it was painted a lovely sunny yellow. I paused at the door remembering when Allie and I had painted it together after she had grown out of the baby pink room. Her leotards, tap shoes, ballet shoes, song lyrics, sheet music, scripts and guitar covered the floor. I smiled then continued up to my office. I sunk down into my leather chair by my desk. What am I going to do? I thought to myself as Allie's kitten, Mittens, jumped onto my lap lay down and started to purr.

It will have been 12 years tomorrow since I adopted Allie I could remember the day like it was yesterday.

Flashback 12 years

"Ding dong, Chad Dylan Cooper! Ding dong, Chad Dylan Cooper!" I groaned I really needed to change that doorbell. I got off my lazy backside and went to the door. It was pouring with rain outside, I looked around but there was no one there. I was just about to close the door when I looked down and saw a basket on the doorstep. I squatted down and lifted the blanket off the top of the basket, inside was a baby and she looked at me with her bright blue eyes (they didn't go hazel until later) and something about her made my heart ping. She was so cute I saw she had a gold locket around her neck, it shined like her eyes. I saw a note lying on her stomach so I picked it up and started to read it I realised it was some badly written poetry:

This baby girl needs a dad,

And who better than my mate Chad.

Take her, raise her, as your own,

So she will have a proper home.

I'll watch over you from afar,

So I can have a jolly good laugh.

I love her as I love no other,

Because I'm her fairy godmother!

Good luck!

PS. Don't you dare open the locket round her neck that is for her to open when she is old enough to have a mobile.

Wow that clinched it I was keeping this baby no matter what. Someone had obviously given this baby to me for an important reason so I was going to raise her, well. I picked up the basket and took her inside my house. Later I wondered what to name her I took another look at the locket but I kept to the letter's instruction and I didn't open it. It had a fancy A written on it. Then I realised exactly what to call my baby girl. Alison May Cooper. The "May" part was added as that is the name of my sister and she helped me to raise her. I nicknamed her Allie May.

I think I raised her very well. I quit my acting career and disappeared from the spotlight so Allie wouldn't have to cope with the paparazzi. No one ever knew about Allie. When she went to school if anyone ever questioned her she just said my name was Dill Cooper not in any way connected to Chad. She only ever told her close friends my real identity. We were all very careful to let Allie live a normal life. She didn't get too many designer clothes but my sister got her clothes that suited her.

But now it was her 12th birthday and for her birthday present she wants to find out who her birth parents are. Now this isn't a problem I have known who Allie's parents really are since she was about 6 years old. And to be honest Allie probably can handle the truth now. I think the real thing that is holding me back is that I don't know if I am emotionally capable of doing this.

I sighed again. I opened one of my drawers in my desk and pulled out a blue box I opened it and picked up the necklace that was inside it. It was Allie's 12th birthday present it was a beautiful silver Tiffany's necklace. That's when I decided that today, the day before Allie's 12th birthday, I was going to go and confront her parents.

Two hours later I was standing on a doorstep knocking on a bright yellow door. The door opened and standing in the door frame was Sonny Munroe.