I gave birth to a little boy on 3rd August. He was absolutely gorgeous and had his dad's eyes. I loved spending all my time with him, he grew into such a sweet and handsome boy. He was short for his age but very intelligent and loved singing and music. He especially loved Westlife and would make me ply Flying Without Wings every night before he would got to sleep. He knew all of their names and all of the words to their songs.
Steven was only three so he didn't know Shane was his dad. I knew that I had to tell him soon but I didn't know how he'd react. He'd never asked me who his Daddy was or anything like that. Everything in my life was going well, I'd kept doing Freelance work and the website and I'd turned my living room into an office where I'd interview people. I really enjoyed my work. Shane seemed to be doing well too. As I said, Steven loved Westlife and I had to but all of their singles, books, videos and magazines they were in. I suppose I did it so that when I told him who his dad was, he'd have a lot of stuff about him.
Anyway, Westlife were doing well, had uncountable number ones in the UK and had broken America. I was pleased for Shane, I didn't hate him anymore and I smiled when I saw him on TV or heard Westlife on the radio. He seemed to be sad though, when he laughed or cracked a smile, it never quite reached his eyes.....