**EDITED**
PROLOGUE.
Mornings in New York were her favorite thing. It was the people and the way they walked, making their way to the closest subway station, hoping to get to work in time. Some were talking on the phone, briefcase in hand. Others were holding a cup of coffee, hailing a taxi. New York had been her home forever and if the night used to be the reason she liked New York, it changed over the years.
Central Park was prettier in the morning with its trees and flowers, the sound of the birds singing and the bees buzzing. Central Park was her favorite place in the city. Nature right in the middle of one of the biggest cities of the world. It was Charles' favorite place to go as well.
Charles Nathan Hockley was born on May 6th, 2006. He was his mother's pride and joy with his ginger hair and his piercing green eyes. He was smart, sometimes a bit too much for his own good, and the most charming little boy. She had married his father, Caledon, when she was barely eighteen years old, almost eight years ago. They weren't in love anymore. At least, she wasn't. Sure, a part of her would always appreciate him because without him, Charles wouldn't be here but things were different now.
They had met the summer of her senior year in high school. He was about to start his second year of college at Columbia University and was to become an architect to take over the family's business. As for her, she wanted to get into New York University when the time came and study Dramatic Literature. She had been a literature enthusiastic since a very young age and to spend the rest of her life surrounded by books sounded good enough for her.
Rose and Caledon had met at a party on the beach in the Hamptons. Rose and a few friends had rented a house there and Caledon was spending the summer with his family at their beach house. Rose knew she was attracted to the man a lot and cared about him and Caledon felt the same way about her. They fell in love almost instantly. He asked her out on a date that same day and she accepted. Two dates later, they kissed, head over heels for each other. He was the sweetest guy Rose had ever met and they were soon doing everything together. The Hockleys were an important family in the state of New York and Rose didn't know about it until she set foot in their home. Caledon's father was a reputable architect with his own company, Hockley & Sons. His two sons were born and raised on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. They went into the best private schools so they could, one day, become architects themselves and take over the family company.
She felt bad at first, out of place because she wasn't rich, far from it. Her father worked as a mechanic down in Brooklyn and her mother was a piano teacher. She grew up in Long Island City and went to public school her whole life. Her parents worked their asses off since she was about two years old so she could get into a good college and live a decent life. She didn't have any brothers or sisters, only a grey cat named Gatsby. Caledon knew that though, and he didn't make Rose feel like she was less than she was because of her money position. He appreciated her for who she was and not for what she had, just like she liked him for the same reason. He made sure she knew that.
Soon after Rose's graduation, they were married and were living in a 2455-square-foot loft in Tribeca. They were young, happy and crazy in love. Three months into her studies at NYU, Rose discovered she was pregnant. They decided to keep the baby and she had to drop out of school after her first semester was over. The pregnancy went without any problems and their son was born a week before due date. A perfectly healthy 8-pound baby boy who would surely grow up to be as successful and handsome as his father.
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