A/N: Hey guys! so this is something i have been thinking about for a while and i thought it would be good because it's really different from the stuff i usually do! This is just a short taster chapter to introduce the story, but i hope you like it and tell me if you think i should continue!

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Prologue

I watch you attentively, not daring to blink very often from fear I might miss something important. Your few strands of black hair are flicked up at the ends sort of like a quiff, it looks even better than Elvis's himself. Your button nose wriggles as you try to get the hang of blinking your eyes, your big deep brown eyes, which I am proud to say you got off me. You already had rather plump looking lips which you definitely got off your mother, along with the black hair. But unfortunately your ears stick out slightly like mine, sorry about that, but hey it looks cute on you. You curl your tiny fingers into little fists and lay your arms down either side of your head. Your equally as tiny feet stop wriggling too as you close your eyes and drift into the land of nod.

I haven't had chance to hold you yet, they'd taken you to get cleaned straight away. As soon as you left my sight it felt part of me was missing and I hoped I'd see you again soon. They took you the room where they keep all the new born babies and that's where I am now stood, at the opposite side glass looking through at you and even though you are now a sleep you still fascinate me so I keep on watching your chest bob lightly up and down. I can't wait to hold you.

I'm already wondering what your future holds, what trouble you will cause. What personality will you have? What will you look like? Which college will you go to? Will you be a Doctor? Football Player? Actor? Or will you follow in my footsteps? I wouldn't recommend it. I know that with your mother's looks and my brains that you will go far and do what you want to do, be anything you want to be, and I will support you one million percent.

I have to say it came as more than just a bit of a shock when your mom told me about you, I nearly fainted, yes the rumours are true your daddy is a drama queen. I mean I was really scared at first, well, I still am, I knew absolutely nothing about child care! And sometimes I have the maturity of a teenager; it would just have been like a big kid looking after a little one, so I had to grow up for you. The thing's I'd do for you eh… I will make sure you have the best because you deserve it, the best crib, the best toys. I know for a fact your aunties and uncles will spoil you rotten. I will spend as much time with you as possible, I know with a job like mine it will be difficult but I'll make it happen you'll see, because it's just you and me against the world.

Your mother…how do I even begin to tell you about her? I guess I'll have to try and explain when I think you're old enough to understand…but I'm afraid you might not see her again. I mean if you want to when you're older of course you can see her, I'll support you, but for now I think its best you are kept apart.

I just still can't believe I have a little baby boy…me, a dad, of all people…

Yes…Greg Sanders is a father.