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With tears in her eyes, she had come to his work, and pulled him out of a meeting. He was so worried, he asked her if she had cancer right away. She laughed through her tears and shook her head. "No, Greg. I don't have cancer." She told him, and he sighed in relief. But as he saw the tears in her eyes, his worry returned. "No, Greg, I don't have aids, either." He sighed again, and hugged her immediately. But in his arms, she sighed and pressed her head in his shoulder. "I'm pregnant." He stirred, and she cringed because she had always thought her husband didn't want kids. But when he pulled away, and she anxiously looked him in the eye, his eyes were filled with happiness. "We're getting a little boy?" He whispered, his eyes slowly watering and she nodded, slowly. "Yes, we are." He pulled her in his arms again, and laughed. "We're getting a baby, Connie! We're getting a baby!" And as he kept repeating that sentence, she cried in his chest. She cried, because she had thought she had to do everything alone. She cried, because her husband laughed.

He was so overprotective, because even though she wasn't even two months pregnant.. He didn't let her do anything. He helped her with everything, and he was even worried when she had to go to the grocery store. It annoyed her, but at the same time, she loved him for it. And every time she thanked God for such a perfect husband, and her pregnancy.

The day they told her parents, Greg's parents had passed away, was a grey day for the both of them. The reaction Connie was waiting for, was different than in any possible way she had imagined. Her folks didn't believe her at first, because they always thought she would be responsible enough to use protection. Secondly, they were angry, because apparently she wasn't responsible enough. And third, they were ashamed. Because their daughter shouldn't get a baby, at all. They were positive that Connie would fail, like she did in everything.

And so that night, she locked herself in the bathroom and cried until she fell asleep in the bathtub. Greg didn't try to get her out, or talked to her. All he did was listen to her sobs, and silently cry with her. Because her pain was his pain, they both knew that.

After that night, they didn't talk about her parents anymore. It was the forbidden subject, and a very painful, awkward one as well. That's why they decided to ignore everything that had to do with it.

During one of the doctor appointments, he always talked about 'their' baby. He acted like they carried the child together, and in a way they did. They were both intrigued by the little heartbeat, and the little feet. And when the doctor had asked Greg if he wanted to know the sex of the child, he refused. "I already know it's a boy, sir. No need for a confirmation." He had stated, and Connie just laughed. Because deep inside, she knew it wasn't a boy at all.

At Christmas evening, Greg gave her a diamond necklace. A butterfly, and when her eyes watered and one tear slid down her cheek, he misunderstood. "I'm sorry, so sorry! I didn't know if you liked it or not, I'll bring it back, and you can choose, okay? Please, stop crying, dear!" She giggled, through her tears and shook her head. "I love it, it's beautiful." She told him, and he kissed her as soon as that smile lit up his whole world, once again.

After nine tough months, Connie's waters broke in the middle of a crowded restaurant. It was Greg's wish, because he could make a scene and push people away, heroic. "Pregnant lady coming through!" He had yelled, and even though she was extremely stressed, he made her laugh, like he always did.

One week too early, Connie delivered a beautiful baby girl. Greg was astonished, because he had been sure that his girl would have been a boy, but beneath all that, he was full of pure happiness. She was beautiful, so, so beautiful. They called her Allison Gretchen Munroe, after his mother. While his wife slept, he watched his daughter. He kissed her forehead, and tickled her stomach. And even though her eyes were still blue, just like all the other newborn babies, he knew they would be brown, like Connie's.

He was wrong, once again. Because when the colour of her eyes turned, they weren't brown, at all. No, they were green. Just like his eyes, and when Connie told him she looked exactly like him, he cried. Tears dripped on the ground, as he hid himself in the bathroom of the hospital. And he wasn't even ashamed, like most men would be. He was a father, so he could.

Allison's first birthday was a special day, and he made more than 800 pictures. He couldn't help it, because she was just so beautiful. And even though he always tried to sell Connie her daughter looked like her, too, he knew, deep inside, that she was like him the most. Her little nose was exactly formed like his, and her dark green eyes showed the same bright, happy curiosity as his did. Connie bought her a little plushie, a pink elephant.

Greg didn't tell Connie he thought the plushie was scary, he wouldn't. Because Connie bought it for Allison, and not for him. But as his thoughts confirmed, Allison didn't like the plushie, either. She pushed it away every time she had the chance to show her opinion in a way, and the message was clear to her folks. No pink elephants anymore.

He always had known that his daughter was smart, but she proved it herself when she first spoke to Connie. He was disappointed that he was at work when she did, but what she said made up for it. Because Allison didn't just say 'Daddy', no, she had said 'I want Daddy'.

He knew his wife was sad that her daughter didn't say her name, or something involving her. But soon enough, Allison asked for her momma, too.

Greg loved being a father, he loved seeing his Allison smile. And the first day he started calling her something else, was when he tried to teach her how to ride a bike. She fell down a lot, and tears trickled down her cheeks. "Daddy, I can't do it!" She whined, watching her bike and sitting on the green grass. And as he pulled her in his arms, and told her she could do it, the name slipped out of his mouth. "You can do it, Sonny." Her eyes brightened when she heard his new nickname for her, and grinning she tried again and again.

"I'll fall, daddy!" She yelled, as he pushed her slowly while she sat on her bike. "No, sweetie. Just cycle, like we practiced." She whimpered in fright, as he pushed. "Don't let go, daddy, I'll fall!" She repeated again, cycling, but when he yelled he already had, she noticed how she sped across the street. On her own. And when they both laughed, he felt succeeded as a dad.

When Connie took her daughter shopping, their bonding really came to a start. And even though she didn't have enough money to buy EVERYTHING her daughter liked, she at least tried. And once, when Allison got a bright yellow dress from her mother, she thanked her with a kiss and asked her something. "Mommy, why don't you call me Sonny, like daddy does? Don't you like my new name?"

Connie shook her head, smiling. "I do, sweetie. Do you want me to call you Sonny?" The girl nodded, quickly, making her two ponytails jiggle. "I do, momma." And from then on, Connie only called her daughter 'Allison' when Sonny did something wrong.

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