Had an urge to write so I thought I would start a new story. Please read and tell me what you think about this first chapter. Not much drama as it's the opening, but I do have a storyline in mind. Not very long either but its because it's the first chapter, don't worry ( also it looks longer on word ) . Please, please read and review but don't be too harsh love meg xx

I just sat there.

Bobbing up and down on my surfboard, staring at the open water. All I wanted was to hold him in my arms again, his soft skin again mine, his tiny little fingers wrapped my index once more.

The thing about time I realised was that time always runs out, twelve weeks with my son wasn't long enough. I'm never going to be able to listen to his first words, see his first smile, watch his first steps, teach him how to surf, laugh with him, all the things that a father is meant to do.

Whilst longing to see my son again, all that was running through my mind was Bianca. The two most important things in my life were torn away from me in a second. The only thing that was keeping me sane was Darcy.

The rain started pounding hard on my back, the grey skies finally opening, desperate to let go. I suppose that's a bit like me, Rocco is my son, my beautiful son who is now peacefully asleep, being in the water is the only time I can properly think about him, remembering how much I loved him and letting my tears fall, having time to grieve.

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As I ran out the water, with my surfboard tucked under my arm I saw her. I saw her standing there looking out into the ocean, the wind making her blonde hair sweep back, exposing her pale neck that still held the locket I had given her. Irene had told me that she was grieving properly over our son and that she wanted to talk to me. I didn't know if I could forgive her, my love for her was still evident and strong, I just couldn't cope with her pushing me away again.

Bianca

I spotted him straight away, his body dripping, making his tattoos glisten. His hair was all over the place, but I loved it like that. This last month had been hell for me, my first child was taken away from me, with no explanation, the pain I felt was unbearable. I missed him, but to make it worse I had lost the man I cared about, I think about Heath every minute, thinking about what I could possibly say to make things right.

He started walking up off the beach in the opposite direction to where I was standing, so I ran down taking my sandals off and running to catch him up. ''Heath" I cried, he swung his head around before carrying on walking to the surf club, not stopping to talk. "Heath, please. Please just listen" I pleaded. This time his whole body turned round and I had to concentrate to look at his face. "What do you want" he muttered. "A chance to talk, to talk about everything. Rocco, us". "It's a bit too late for that don't you think? I gave you plenty of chances before?". With that he ran off, not giving me a chance to reply.