(Chris Pratt POV- At Target, America, with his kids Lyla and Jack, two weeks before the crash)

"Dad look! They have a race car track!" My little boy squealed, pointing to a large box labelled retro. I laughed. "For your birthday buddy" I whispered, rustling his hair. "But that's in like..... forever!" He moaned. "Don't be silly jack, it's only a week" Lyla explained.

I smirked, leading the both of them to the next isle. Sometimes I wondered how Lyla was the youngest child, and I couldn't be prouder. I loved them both so much, wich is why i was devoted to making my sons 7th birthday the most spectacular day of his life.

One thing you should know about my son, is that he may be American, but his entire personality is set elsewhere...Australia! Wich he fell in love with ever since Christmas, when I took him to uncle Hemsworths place. *hes a special kid, and an awesome friend* Chris said. And I couldn't agree more.

"Hurry up li" I said, watching as her itty bitty legs raced forward. "Coming daddy" she giggled. I bent down and lifted Lyla into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. "Its time to head home" I explained, as we walked towards the shops automatic doors.

"Look, I'm a superhero. I can make the doors open with my mind" Jack yelled, moving his hands in a maximoff motion. "Woah, that's so cool!" I gasped. Then looked around the lot for our car. "You lost it again didn't you daddy" Lyla asked me.

"Yes honey, I did. But you know what this means?" I said. "That we get to go to McDonald's?" She asked. "That we get to go to McDonald's!" I yelled, giving both kids a high five. I was actually going to say something like, lets call your mother, but how could I say no to her sweet little eyes.

So there we were, sitting down in a fast food restraunt, stuffing our faces with cheesy fries. The typical scenario for any family. However, while we did, my wife, katherine, was at home, planning Jack Jack's special day.

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(Katherine Pratts pov, At home, one week before the crash)

"Come on kids, bed time!" I called. Chris stepped forward, kissing me. "What's this about?" I chuckled. He blushed. "I'm just... proud of us, you know" He whispered, almost toppling me over with another kiss. I broke out laughing.

"What? You don't like it?" Chris asked. I shook my head. "I love it, I love you. But right now, we have a 4 year old son and a 2 year old daughter to put to bed" I said, raising one eyebrow. He rolled his eyes. "Mummy, daddy Can you tell us a story" came Lylas soft but begging voice.

We ran over, picking her and Jack up. "Of course we can honey bear" he said, tickling her feet. Soon She was rolling around in the sheets, laughing. "What would you like, the hungry Caterpillar? Snow white? What about goldilocks and the three bunnies" chris joked. "Don't be silly dad, there bears not bunnies" lyla laughed.

"Are you sure, I could have sworn they were white fluffy bunnies, I joined in, making them giggle. "Can we have your special story" jack asked. "Of course we can" chris replied, clearing his throat.

"Once upon a time...

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(Chris pratts pov, the day of the flight)

We ran into the airport, Kathrine and I carrying a large amount of luggage. "Hurry dad, we don't want to be late!" Jack yelled, pulling on my arm. I laughed.

"Theres no way I'm going to disappoint my boy on his special day!" I said, lifting him off the floor and into my arms. "How old are you now, 40?" I joked. He shook his head, grinning.."400?" "No daddy, I'm four!" He sighed.

"Wow, your getting old" I said as we walked through the security, placing down our bags. A teen girl pushed past, almost sending me tumbling over. "Watch it kid!" I yelled. All she did was laugh, but I couldn't see her face to know for sure.

"Some parents really need to teach there kids some manners" kathrin sighed. I nodded in agreement. Then snapped back out of my thoughts and walked through, instantly, it started beeping.

"Sir, im going to have to ask you to step aside" the man said. My wife gave a concerned look. As I walked over, he began to patt me down. "Sorry about this mate" he said. I shrugged, half smiling.

I thought it was finally over, until my arms where pinned back. "Chris?" Kathrin yelled, security guards surrounding me. "What's going on!?" I screamed, confused.

The same man who continued to restrain me, lifted a sharp iron blade in the air. "Care yo explain this?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "Daddy what's going on?" I heard my daughter say, between muffled cries.

"Please, your scaring my kids. That's not mine, I swear" i pleaded, raising my hands in surrender. But they wouldnt listen, and cuffed my hands together. So I turned to my wife and kids. "Go, get on the plane, don't you dare wait for me" I said.

"Chris i cant!" Kathrine whispered. I kissed, the guards half dragging me away. "For our son!" I yelled.

I was taken to the security room, and sat on a table opposite a rather intimidating young man. "Do you know who I am? Someone's clearly setting me up!" I yelled, bashing my hands against the desk in anger.

"Calm down mr Pratt, I know exactly who you are. And I'm certainly not here to arrest you" He chuffed. "What?" Was all I could blurt out. Before feeling a hard punch to the side of my face, falling to the floor, unconscious...

"We have him sir, the birth father..."

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