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Zane's Point of View As soon as I see him my feet stop working and I just stand there, staring at the little version of me. My heart start beating loudly and I'm struggling to swallow the lump in my throat. I have a son.. I can't believe we have a son. For a moment my anger sparks at the fact that she hid him from me for five years I know it's not completely fair of me, I know I hurt her but she hid him from me on purpose, with the intentionof never telling me I had an heir. She didn't even give me a chance. Before my anger can go any further a loud whisper catches my attention. "Is he my daddy?" I blink, trying to focus staring into the wide eyes of our son. I feel tears starting to prick my eyes. And before Shay can even speak I get down on my knees and smile at him. "Yeah budd