I saw this video on youtube and it had Canda and Sealand together, and it was so cute! Next thing I know this was born!

- TLS

To be a Papa:

Prologue

by: TLS

"13...Spoo...Lad...age..." Mumbled a wheat-blond haired man, his violet blue eyes looking through long shaggy bangs at the large sized building in front of him.

The man looked at the wrinkled paper in his hand once more as the Taxi man confirmed that this was the right place. It was old looking, much too spooky to be a place for children in his mind. He walked forward again, his posture not in its usual slouching and relax manner; but in his professional setting as if he was teaching his usual class in the University. His back straightened and it made his height increase. With his shoulders back he strode forward a fierceness overcame his usual invisible self.

Reaching the doors of the large building he knock and waited a few seconds as a lovely young lady opened the door.

"Who you?" Well, at least she looked lovely,' the man thought as the words came out of mouth rudely as he saw a glare come with it.

"My Name is Matthew Williams," his voice was soft but firm, none of his usual stutter was present, " I'm here for Peter Kirkland."

Her expression softened, "Ah, yes, you were due to arrive today. Hello"

"Come in." Her answers were blunt.

" I am Elizaveta Héderváry, Peter's caseworker," she started off leading him down a hallway where children ran, "I'm sure you want to know what's going on first." She had stopped and lead him inside a room.

Green in color with black tiled floors an average sized oak desk, three filing cabinets of a white, black and dark green coloring, and lastly a computer.

She motion for him to take seat as she sat down on her side of the desk. Taking a Manilla Folder from a drawer of her desk she placed in front of him. Flipping it open held the adoption documents, and legal documents of Peter. A tiny four by four picture was clipped in of the boy too. Matthew study the picture closely realizing that Peter was indeed the spitting image of his older half-sibling. Including (much to his secret amusement) those cursed thick eyebrows, that he had been one of the few of his father's children who did not inherit it.

" Mr. Kirkland had placed a call with child services and we had arrive to see a note on the door with a key and young Peter inside. The note explained that he was leaving the child and we tried tracing him but the man just disappeared...," The caseworker was explaining to him what had happened and it seemed to him that his dear brother was picking up some of their father's nastier habits.

"It specifically said to call you about the child and ask for you to care for him as you already know. We've been looking over your records and it seems to be in order. Excellent grades in high school along with attendance, already holding a steady job as a professor in psychology in the University of Ottawa. No criminal record, the monthly visits checked out okay and that means there is no reason for me to deny you the ability to adopt your nephew."

She didn't miss a beat when it came to the children she took care of. Matthew would have to agree to it as well. She put on this cold, no-nonsense masquerade to ensure that each child's adopted parent was all for this. That they had the ability to love the child one hundred percent. These kids needed it and this is what got this done.

She watched for a single trace of doubt, any little flinch or twitch that she'd have to keep an eye out for the next year or so.

"Where do I sign."

The young man in front of her looked her in the eye and held his tone calmly but most certainly the loudest she had ever heard from him this entire visit. This one man would be good for Peter.

"Here."

Thoughts? Comments? Concerns?

-TLS