It was nice enough a simple brick house, with white wash shutters. Toys littered the front lawn. Toys I could of never provided in an apartment back in Canada. I couldn't of provided anything. As I drove up the drive it felt wrong, I guess it is in a way. But as I stepped out of the car, Liberty already visibly shaking takes my hand in a vice grip. We walked up the walk way onto the porch and ring the doorbell. It rang throughout the old house you could hear it through the thin walls. A short blonde woman opened the door, it was Kathy, the one who took my son away from me. And behind her was her husband Tyler with Sam on his hip. Sobs choked my throat as I looked at my little boy. He was dressed in tiny blue overalls, and a white t'shirt. He had my exact same toothy grin, and my mess of hair. But he held Liberty's eyes and nose.

"Come in" As we stepped over the threshold it was like the spell was broken. Liberty broke and leaned on me as tears coursed down her eyes. Our son saw this and started crying. I rubbed small circles into her back and whispered in her ear.

"Shhh, your upsetting our son." She sobered quickly after that and Tyler handed him to her. Tyler placed a hand on my shoulder and motioned for the door. We walked out letting mother and son reconnect.

"James." We walked down the sidewalks till we reached a park and he motioned for me to sit on a bench.

"I wanted to talk to you James, when I heard of you I was worried for this child I was receiving. But when I met Liberty I knew that by her the child would have been ok. Why did you give it up?" I looked at him shocked.

"I had no choice, my rights flew out the window when I overdosed. She signed the kid away, not a day goes by that I wish, I never screwed up. That I was with my son." He just had a blank face.

"I always wondered what kind of man you were." I looked out to the pond.

"I save peoples lives, step into burning buildings and will pull out a child that is covered in soot, and sometimes they have died in my arms. I got there to late. I love to act and I'm going to college for it, but back then my mother just left me my dad was always awol and I had the fear of losing my family. And I went about it wrong and my fears came true. I was stabbed senior year, punctured my aorta but every time I come back, I've almost died twice now. I keep wondering why I get the second chance." I hadn't admitted this to Liberty but to this stranger I can admit it.

"Your son is bright, we kept his name. He is still Samuel James Yorke." I smiled.

"Thank you."

"But how do you really feel that I have your son?" I bit back the salty tracks that were threatening to pour.

"I am so angry, my son should be raised by me. His father but I am a screw up like my own. I lost my son forever. You don't know how it feels, to go through nine months with her and realize its for nothing. I had to get updates from my friend because we were young and stupid. Now my son will never know me. Maybe later he will want to find me, but by then will he like what he sees? If he hears the stories will he think I am a loser and if you tell him of his mother, will he be angry at her for giving up. You have a gift that we misused. It pisses me off that hes all the way here and I'm up there. I don't have the chance to raise my first son. And I have to live with Liberty who still lays the blame. It was my fault my kids now yours. Liberty isn't the same. In plain words shes a mother without her child. It tore her apart to have to give Sam away. She hasn't been the same since." I sat down again after I got up in the middle of my speech. I was angry but more saddened that I lost my son.

"You know Sam's first word?" I looked to him not knowing if I want to know.

"It was Dada. The treasure chest you gave him, he was looking at the comic and said Dada." I smiled, my son would love that comic as I did. But it filled me with rage that I never got to hear it.

"That's the issue, you get to hear everything I am missing! I was beaten, got into a war when I could have been with my son!" I stood walked to the tree and punched it scraping my knuckles against the bark. I ran my hand through my hair. I didn't want to snap.

"You want to know about your sons life then come on I'll show you a few things." We got into the car and he stopped out side a school.

"This is the elementary school he will be going to." Looked a lot like Degrassi. I smiled, imagining him with a big back pack and a skateboard.

"Make sure you let him skateboard. I was always allowed to board to school. I found it therapeutic." He nodded.

"He already loves the trike." Good he would be athletic. It gave me an idea. I pulled out a series of photos of me in the panther costume.

"When he gets of age, give him these. I was the mascot. It's of every year since Junior high." He slipped the photos in his pocket and we walked farther. Around the corner was a gym.

"He's in a play group here, the kids in the neighborhood run around together. The fathers usually go and talk, there's a get together two days from now you can come with me when I bring Sam." I smiled.

"I'd like that." If I was a thousand miles away I still could be part of my Sons life by just knowing.