Trouble In Paradise

Prologue

Once upon a time there was a couple who was driving away with a basket with a small blanket in the back seat. Inside the blanket wrapped in a bundle was a baby. A bundle of joy they say. They drove down an unfamiliar street with no eyes to witness what they shall do. The parents of this child stopped in front of a house. It had crystal clear windows with cream-coloured curtains drooping over like sleepy eyelids. The mother was the first to get out. The father did not. He kept his hands tight on the steering wheel until his became white as snow. The door behind him opened. He could hear his partner's frantic breaths, close to tears. The basket was suddenly lifted from the seat and into the cold night. It would rain soon.

She knew what she had to do. She went up to the front door. She did not knock or ring a bell. Instead she just stared at the door. Thunder crashed against the sky. It soon started raining small droplets of water from the heavens. The woman knew the angels were crying now, pleading her not to do this. The child began to cry. She hushed him. She could no longer hold the tears. It soon blinded her. With her free hand she wiped away the blinding tears, knowing that this will be the last time she will ever see him. He cried more. She gently kissed his forehead. She said her goodbyes to her little boy. She put him in front of the door and rang the bell. She hurried to the car, every step breaking her heart even further.

When the mother climbed in, she took one last glance to her baby boy. The car slowly moved. The woman's heart were now nothing but shattered glass....

There was a ring outside. Who would be here at this time if the night? Albert Newman, the owner of this lonely house dressed in his night gown and slippers and went to his front door. As he came down the stairs he heard a soft cry that was lost in the hammering rain. Ah, poor Mr. Heisenberg. His baby is obviously giving him problems again. But when he opened the door, to his surprise found a baby wrapped in a blanket in a basket, crying almost as much as the rain coming down. He picked the basket up and went back into his house, closing the door behind him.

The child was indeed a boy. Albert always lived alone in his house, always wanting a child. But what to name him? Robin? No, not fond of birds. Zachary? Hmm, too long. Chad? Yes! Chad.
Chad.
Chad.
Chad.
Chad my boy. My son. Chad Newman.

And they all lived happily ever after........