Don't own Fanboy and Chum Chum

A baby's gentle cry echoed through the room. A red haired woman looked down at the cradle, sapphire blue eyes sparkling lovingly at the small baby. The baby's green eyes looked at the woman, innocence grazing his every feature. She bent down, and stroked his soft, black hair.

"Mommy?" The woman turned around as her two year old son walked sleepily into the room. He had red hair, golden eyes, and freckles on his cheeks and nose. "Is something wrong with Jamie?" "No, my sweet. I just wanted to see him. A mother has an instinct."

"Kyle?" A man with black hair and green-blue eyes walked quietly into the room, looking Kyle with a mock angry expression on his face. He joined his wife, lifting Kyle into his arms as he did so.

Fanboy gasped awake, shaking his head in the process. That was weird. Why would I dream about Kyle and his family? Who was that baby?

He turned on his side, looking at his sleeping best friend. He sighed quietly, resting his head on his pillow.