A/N:
I've got half of Chapter 2 written, and a plot, so don't worryh about updating issues. 3 Enjoy!

Summary:
Three years after Starstruck; Chris is almost 21y/o and Jessica is 18y/o. Chris broke up with Jess before she got a chance to tell him she was pregnant. Now, he's back to get revenge on Jess for not telling him about his son after Jess is photographed with their son in public. Just how far will a father go to meet his son? Does that son even want to be met? And who started it all in the first place? A dramatic story of a father's love, however unlikely it may seem.

Chapter One

\-Jess-/

I sighed as my two year old son, Alexander, screamed from his bed. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, it was two thirty in the morning. I got up and walked to his room, where I found him sobbing loudly, clutching the ragged teddy bear I had gotten for him shortly before he was born.

Alex whimpered as I cuddled him on my chest. His long blonde curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his blue eyes were livid with stress when he looked up at me.

This was the fifth night in a row that he'd woken up way early, just screaming. When he'd finally calmed down, he'd have no recollection at all of what woke him.

Alex shivered, "Momma, I know why I was scareded now."

I hugged him and whispered back to him, "Why, baby?"

"I dreamed a bad, scary man that looked jus' like me came t-to take m-m-me away, mommy-y-y.." He broke down into a fit of sobs, and in my frozen state I tried to comfort him, and finally he fell asleep in my arms. I laid him down in his blue car bed and walked out and into my room, though I wasn't sure I could sleep.

A man that looked just like him. Taking him away. Christopher.

We announced a very public break-up before I'd found out I was pregnant. I had gone back to Michigan with my family, no one even knew we'd slept together.

Until I started getting sick every morning.

I dropped out of school when my baby bump started to show, and everyone thought I was depressed because Chris left me, everyone except my direct family, and Grandma. Christopher didn't, doesn't, and won't ever know about Alex. Right?

I woke up with a start, and remembered last night quickly. I gazed over at the clock. Almost ten o'clock.

I got up and went to the restroom to change, brush my teeth, go to the bathroom, and wash my face.

When I got out, I peeked into Alex's room, and he looked up from his place on the bed with a shy smile, one that reminded me so much of Chris, I couldn't help but smile back.

Of course, Chris was never shy. I shook my head, trying to keep the smile off my face, unsuccessfully, of course, as I watched Alex play with an Iron Man action figure we had gotten from McDonalds.

I sat down beside him, and Alex grinned up at me again.

"Momma, guess what I did yesterday wif Auntie Sawwah, pwease?" I smiled, such good manners. My sweet boy.

"What, honey?" Alex giggled.

"She tolded me your favowite song, and towd me to sing you it." I nodded, confused.

"Go ahead, sweetie." He giggled again and started singing a song I never thought I'd have to hear again, especially from my son.

"Thewe's somefin' about da sunshine, baby. I'm seein' you in a whole new wight." Alex grinned sheepishly.

"I can't member da west, mommy, sowwy." I put on the best smile I could manage.

"It's okay, babe. That was wonderful." I said, even though I was close to tears, because it was what my baby wanted to hear.

"Mommy has to call Aunt Sarah, though, so I'll be right back." Alex nodded, his eye twinkling exactly like his daddy's did.

\-A Few Minutes Later-/

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Jess!! Turn on the TV, now! Christopher Wilde is talking about you on Starstruck!"

A/N: Ooooooo, cliffie! What's Chris gonna say? Tell me what you think in the review box! 3

Excerpt from chapter two:

"He knows daddy loves him.... I know he loves me, too."