At seventeen I got pregnant with my first child.

I did what most seventeen year olds would, I panicked, I took another test and another one. Everyone came up positive. I was freaking the fuck out. Who wouldn't?

The day I told the father I was shitting bricks, sure we had been together for 5 years and planned to be together much, much longer but a baby changes everything especially at 17.

He had a big basketball match and I didn't know whether to tell him now or after the match, I knew his future didn't depend on it, as he was taking over his fathers business when he finished school, but still it was the final and it was important.

I walked in to the hall and everyone was there, both his brothers, his parents and both my best friends, His mom waved me up and I said give me two minutes, how could I tell them, they were like parents too me, considering my mom put me in to care when I was 2.

He sees me and runs over to me and picks me up and spins me around. He then kisses me.

"You okay love" I nod but then shake my head.

"Not really baby, can we talk before the match"

"You're not gonna break up with me are you" he laughs, more like you're going to break up with me when you find out.

We go out to the hallway and I lean up against the wall

Do I just say it, or do I go in to detail how could I say something that could possible ruin our lives, I don't even know how his family will take it, what will our friends think, what will the school think I..

"Baby, I'm pregnant."

His face paled, fuck.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, I took like three tests" he looks down, he is going to break up with me I know it.

"Look hun, you aren't to blame, and I don't want to fuck up your life too but I'm keeping it"

"Of course I'm to blame, it takes two to tango" he then grabs my hands

"We raise the baby together," he kisses me and then puts his hand on my stomach and smiles.

Everyone was happy for us including his parents. His mom told us that even though it wasn't the ideal situation she would support us.

We decorated the nursery well, his brothers and dad did it with him well I watched and told them what to do.

Then finally our baby boy was born, he was the head of his father dark hair, same shaped nose and everything. When we came out of the hospital his parents threw us this big party with all our friends, everything was going great until he showed up.

He waltz in with two of his friends and his tramp of a girlfriend.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him

He just laughed and walked past me so I went to pick up the baby when I heard a loud crash in the kitchen, he was on the floor with a bust lip and eye

"you ever every step inside my house again, or even look at my kid and it will be the last thing you do"

Then he said something that will haunt me till my dying day.

"One day, it may not be anytime soon, but one day I will take the thing you love most and destroy it, just like your father did to me" he got up grabbed his girlfriends arm and walked out.

I clung to my son that night, and made sure he slept with us every night, I wouldn't let him out of my sight, hell I wouldn't even let him alone with his grandparents nor his uncles.

Then one night my life changed forever.

I had gone to bed early, as I was alone in the house cause they all had gone out for the night. I had just started leaving the baby in his nursery alone, I had just gone to sleep when there was a loud crash of broken glass so I got up and ran to the babies room.

He was gone.

His window was wide open and the vase on the side of his bed was smashed, all that was left in his cot was his teddy that we bought him.

I ran downstairs and rang my best friend, she and her boyfriend came rushing out. With in 10 minutes everyone was home I was sat on the floor crying.

"Why not ring the cops"

"The cops don't want anything to do with us and beside we know who took him"

We spent night after night, day after day, month after month looking for him.

A year later I had my baby girl, I loved her with all my heart but I never stopped looking for him, ever.

Months had turned to years and on his 4th birthday we got married,

Even thought I had many kids after him, I could never ever stop thinking about him.

We became extremely protective of our kids, and even more so when we took over the family business, there was security cameras on every window and door of the house.

Then we had our little Angel.

With 5 older brothers she was spoilt rotten, they never let her out of her sight, neither did the girls.

When she was 3, I had the twins and once again, my life changed for the worst.

She had come up to the hospital with her grandmother to see the babies. She walked out of the room without being noticed.

She was left alone all of two seconds.

And she vanished.

This time the cops were called and they did something about it, but nothing ever happened. We never found him or her.

So here I am sitting down on what would have been there 26th and 16th birthday looking at their photos. And I wonder what are they doing right now, are they together.

Some people say well 26 and 13 years are a long time, you must want closure, but I know their alive, and until my dying day. I will look for them.