AN: This fic ties in with "Susan's Secret" and "The Susan code" if you've read those then this shouldn't be too hard to follow. Also I'd like to thank Princess Lucy again for giving me the idea. (Thanks a lot!) This is the only chapter I have now, but I'll try to write/post more soon.

The little baby opened his blue eyes and looked at the ceiling. He had very little sense of what was going on. After all, he was just born that very day. Thus to the baby, the hospital wasn't anything besides a clear crib with a white wall above him. The blanket he was wrapped it was blue of course for only the girls were given pink ones.

What the baby had no way of knowing, was that the hospital he was in was one of the finest in the world. That he had been born into an absurd amount of money.

If the baby had known this, I don't think he would've cared one bit about that. What he wanted was to see his mother. He'd lived in her womb for nine months and had wondered what she would be like. It would be so very lovely, he thought when he was big enough to call her 'Mum'. Now that he was out, he'd finally see her. The nurses had taken him away before he'd gotten a chance to catch even a glimpse of his mother, but surely she'd come to see him soon. And so he waited.

A man and woman appeared looking down through the glass at the rows of babies.

The little baby knew at once who they were. Father and Mother. They were a rather young Father and Mother but the baby didn't know what ages fathers and mothers usually were anyway.

Mother was beautiful. She had long golden curly hair that reached down the middle of her back and was fair-skinned with a rose-leaf completion. Father was handsome. He was blond like mother. (The Baby supposed that meant he'd grow up to have blond-gold hair too even though he was bald now) He had a thin mustache the same color as the hair one his head. He was handsome with normal-sized non-stick out ears, tall and deep chested

"Well, there it is, Elise." Jacob (Father) said from the other side of the glass.

Elise wrinkled her nose as a sign of deep displeasure. "Well that was a waste of time."

"And money." Jacob added. "I had to take off time from work for this. I could've been making important business deals."

"Well you didn't have to give birth to that child." Elise insisted she'd had the harder end of the deal. "He pushed like a mad bull. It hurt like you wouldn't believe and lasted five hours."

"They say he's healthy and we can take him home today." Jacob said.

"Must we?" Elise looked disappointed. "Don't they usually keep them for a while? I didn't think I'd have to take it with us today. Will it keep quiet? I'm tired." She rubbed her forehead. "I need rest."

A cheerful-faced middle-aged nurse picked up the little baby, carried him out of the room, and put him in his mother's arms.

The baby smiled up at Elise. Elise didn't smile back. She looked at the nurse. "Can you give us the forms so we can hurry up and get out of here?"

"Oh, Mrs. Burke, he's such a lovely baby." one of the younger nurses gushed. "What are you going to name him?"

Elise didn't know or care. "The child can have whatever name it wants. As long as it doesn't make me look bad." She handed the baby to Jacob so she could sign the forms.

The young nurse blinked in confusion wondering if she'd heard the woman wrong. Here she had a sweet little new-born boy, and she didn't seem to give a fig about him.

As soon as they reached home, Elise thrust the baby into the head maid's arms. The Head maid was sixty-four years old.

"Put the child in one of the nurseries. I need a nap." Elise ordered. She didn't say which one, there were at least three of them if not four in that house.

"What's his name?" The maid asked as the baby looked sadly after his mother who was already leaving the room.

"He doesn't have one." Elise told her.

"Well he ought to have a name." The maid insisted as firmly as she dared.

"Gwen, if it bothers you so much than you name him." Elise snapped. "I'm too tired to think of names. Wouldn't you be tired if you'd been in a bed for hours while an annoying mid-wife told you to take deep breaths and push?"

Gwen looked down at the baby. What name would suit him? His face reminded her of her dead husband, Peter. He'd died two years ago from an incurable illness of some sort. And she decided that was what she'd call the baby, Peter.

"Hullo, little Peter Burke." Gwen said as she eased down into a rocking chair and fed him a bottle of warm milk. Her voice was kind and soft.

Peter felt a little better. The nervous whinny tones of his parents had confused him and now he felt more relaxed. He started to fall asleep.

As soon as his little eyes closed, The Nurse placed the baby in his crib. "Good night."

The baby wished he could speak, so he could say 'good night' back even if he wasn't sure what it meant. It sounded good.

One year later, Little Peter Burke learned to say his first word, 'Good' He was very proud of it even though he pronounced it, 'Cood' and the maids thought he meant 'Food' and was hungry.

He'd also changed a little. He was bigger and plumper with a more rosy color to his cheeks. And just as he'd suspected, he'd grown a little blond ringlets on his head.

Peter didn't see his mother very much. She could stay away for weeks and weeks before coming back for a short visit. He still liked her though. He wasn't old enough to see that the woman he saw a saint was vain, self-centered and even a bit air-headed. And that the only times she really seemed to notice he was alive was when he cried too loudly.

At those times Elise would shout. "For the love of the lord, Gwen, can't you keep that child quiet?"

"I think he'd benefit greatly from having a play mate." Gwen told Elise during one of her rare visits to the nursery. "He's very touchy and social. I think he gets lonely."

"And where would I find a play mate for him?" Elise tapped her foot. She'd just been on her way out when that the maid had stopped her.

"Don't any of your friends have little children he could play with?" Gwen tried.

"No." Elise said in a slow, 'well that's the stupidest question I've ever pretended to listen to' sort of voice. "They used a thing called common sense which apparently Jacob doesn't have."

Peter watched his mother leave and wondered for the first time in his year of life, if maybe mother didn't like him. After all, why was she always leaving him with Gwen? And why didn't his father ever come to see him? For the first time he began to realize that the feeling he felt most of the time had name, "Sad" he was sad because his parents didn't love him.

AN: So did you like it? Want me to keep going with the story? Review and tell me!