Hi, I have had an idea for a 'Joren' story, it is in no way linked to the current storylines, however there will be references towards Lauren's past which will be now as this story is based in the future – Lauren is 22 years old, hope you enjoy!

'Make a wish!' I said to my beautiful baby who no longer could be called a baby considering today had been his fourth birthday.

What did mummy's prince wish for then? I said in a babyish tone, the exact one I used to hate hearing back when my mum spoke to Oscar the same.

'It's a secwet! silly mummy I can't tell you!' he spoke with a cute little lisp, I honestly could eat him.

"But you and I have no secrets baby, do we?" I asked, fearing the answer..

"I want to see my daddy, that's what I wished for!" He whispered into my ear

Hearing those words hit me like a tonne of bricks, I knew this day was coming but I didn't realise just how soon it would be, and unsure of how to answer or what to say I decided to start cutting the cake, hoping that Toby would forget this conversation after a slice.

"How much would you like Tobes? Birthday boy gets the first piece!"

"I want daddy, where is he? Sophia and Charlie from nursery have a daddy, he takes us to the park sometimes" he explained

"Toby baby.. Daddy isn't around I'm you're mummy and you're daddy, both, that's better than what any of your friends have, alright?" I said sympathetically

"Noooooo, mummy can't be both please let me see daddy, I won't ask for any more toys when we go shops, I pwomise" Toby whined

I began to get one of my headaches, the kind I used to get when I needed to drink, I haven't touched a drop since before Toby was born, this was surprising as during the pregnancy and when Peter left I found it very hard, never judge a single parent, it is the hardest job in the world, and i've not had many of those.

Yeah that's right, Peter Beale is Toby's dad, I barely mention him anymore, I have no opinion on that man, when I fell pregnant at only 19, he did what I wanted to do and walked away, away from me, our baby and our flat just outside of Walford.

But of course when he left things were difficult and I couldn't afford the rent anymore, now I am living in a small bedsit on the dodgiest estate in the east end, there are stabbings on a monthly basis, it's a horrible place, not ideal.

I try my best for Toby, and never let him go without, even if it means that I do, the fact that he has never met his dad means that I have to try doubly hard to be the best mum I can be, despite everything, If someone had of told me I would grow up to be a single parent to Peter Beale's child I would have poured my vodka over them.

My mum and dad are extremely supportive when they want to be, even though we don't speak much, they sent Toby a birthday card which is more than what can be said for Peter, along with Abs who is at University and visits when she can, I still can't help but feel like the family failure even though I am doing the worlds hardest job.

Bringing myself back to the reality of Toby's cries, I figured he wouldn't give up, if there was anything he had inherited from his dad it was determination, he never did give up trying with me, until the time I needed him most, and for that I will never forgive him.

"Tobes you need to calm down, maybe it's time for beddybyes, come on I'll read you a story" I tried my best to coax him..

The whining continued, I had never seen him like this before, I definitely didn't raise him this way, then again maybe it's because he's desperate.

Then suddenly I found myself considering it, I mean maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to spend some time with my family, and if Peter happened to be around, Toby would get to see his sperm donor, he didn't deserve the title as Toby's dad, he hadn't been around through everything, the time when Toby had chicken pox or when he had nightmares, I was there, like I am now.

I thought it would be best to just show up out of the blue, that is what I am known for, besides I didn't want the whole square knowing, I would be in and out of there as quickly as possible, to avoid any bad memories.

"Tomorrow then" I said shaking my head, I had no idea how he could do this to me, it must be because he of his adorableness

"Mummy will take you, but you have to promise to be a good boy and go straight to bed, okay? Off you go, love you to the stars and back" and with that he ran across to his bedroom.

I however, had some packing to do, and a train to book. We were off to Walford.

Tell me what you think? I might be a bit in accvurate when it comes to Toby, I don't really know many little children!

~ Jess