Okay, get this. I am sort of officially nine months pregnant; thanks to the lovely Ginny. I'm sort of scared though. I didn't get the appointments I needed and all the important care necessary so I'm nervous that the baby won't come out right. I already talked to the parents that would want to adopted it and I don't want to give them a baby with a missing face.

So it's the Winter Ball and I don't really want to be here. The only reason why I'm at this thing is because I'm up for Snow Queen-- and weirdly Snow King. I don't know if it's for a joke and someone is making fun of me; or if I am just so awesome that I got nominated for both. I'd go with the latter. I'm here with Landon, Landon Morgan. The Cabin Leader for Cabin 6. Only because he's really sweet and he's blind so I guess he can't see my bulging belly. I'd never think of him as more than a friend, though.

Speaking of my bulging belly, you have no idea what it's like to shop for a dress last minute. Especially if you're looking for a dress that's five times the size of your regular size. It's exhausting and not much of a confidence booster. I look myself in the mirror and all I see is this fat pregnant teenager that is going nowhere in life.

It's been a little while since I've seen Aiden. To be honest, I've been trying to avoid him. And I didn't even think twice about asking him to the Ball. I wouldn't want to go with him anyway. Like I'll say again; we don't even like each other. So why try to start now? Once the baby is gone, we'd never have to interact again until absolutely means necessary.

I held Landon's hand in mine and brought him more into the building. It was gorgeous inside. All these bright lights and snowflakes made it seem so peaceful. Moonlight Kiss by Bap Kennedy was playing and I couldn't feel any happier. This song was played in my favorite movie--Serendipity. Everything felt alright. I tug on his hand tighter and I turn around, "Come on, let's dance." I kept walking backwards and I accidentally bump into someone. "Whoops, so-," I turn to see who it was and you'd never guess-- well, you probably can.

Aiden

The winter ball was finally here. Usually, these types of things were the things that I crashed and made sure was made a living hell, but this year was different. For one, Paisley was nominated for Queen and King, which I thought was hilarious. Not to mention, I was nominated for King. Another thing was that I happened to want to keep an eye on Paisley. I wanted to talk her into keeping the baby, because there was no way in hell that I would let the baby be given away for adoption when I could take care of him or her.

I wasn't planning on taking a date to this thing. The best way to go at these things was stag. That way you could dance with whoever you wanted, and not have to worry about your date getting pissed off for no apparent reason. That was the way to go. Everyone just loves having sex at the end of the night too, but that wasn't my aim at all. I was done with all of that. It wasn't worth getting a girl knocked up and then her refusing to let your raise your kid.

So far, I had danced with two girls, and I was kind of annoyed. It was like they were following me or something. I just wanted to see the crownings, and then be done with it all. I was already so annoyed, there probably wasn't anything that was going to make me not want to leave. I was going to find a place to hide from those stalker chicks, when I walked right into Paisley. Well, she ran right into me. I grabbed her arms and steadied her. "Be careful. You'll topple over."

You can't say I wasn't surprised when I ran into him at the dance, out of all places. I mean, with the hundreds of campers that we have here, you'd think that the probability of running into Aiden McAlistar were extremely low. And look at us now, we're here not because of fate, but as merely a coincidence. One coincidence that I will try my very best to ignore and walk away from. Although, I have to admit he does look very classy tonight and I can't help but to think he looks rather dashing.

He steadied me from falling over, which I'm thankful he did. Because if he didn't, then preggo baby momma me would fall to the sweaty dance floor and a birth defect could occur. If a birth defect happens, then I would have to explain to the adoptive parents what happened and why I'm not in my cabin sleeping and resting like the good pregnant teenage girl I am. And the only reason why I'm here is because I've been nominated for freaking Snow King and Queen!

I pulled away from his saving grasp and I just stood there in front of him. I raise my eyebrow, not amused that we so happen to to run into each other. I shift my weight to my right foot keeping my hand on my hip. I sort of give him a I-know-you're-pissed-at-me-but-look-how-gorgeous-I-am-and-you-didn't-think-you'd-see-me sort of look. "Paisley? Is there someone in front of us?" Landon innocently asks. I couldn't help but to feel bad, because I'm here with Landon as my date and I'm focusing on Aiden.

"No, Landon. Absolutely no one." I lie to him. He nods at me and I take it that he believes me. And I feel terrible for lying to a blind guy. "Do you think you'd be able to go get us a table? I'm going to get us some refreshments." I request. He agrees and he walks off using his cane to guide him through. I smile at his attempt to do anything to impress me.

I turn my attention back to the mohawked sex-god in front of me. He looks amazing tonight and I hope that this little fetus slash soon-to-be-child, in me has a least some of his features. "So I hear you're nominated for Snow King." I say trying to make conversation, "So am I."

I couldn't believe that I had seriously just ran into Paisley. I hadn't really talked to her since she told me that she was giving our kid up. Of course, it pissed me off to my very core, but I knew she wanted what was best for the baby. It didn't mean I had to be happy about it at all. In fact, I kind of resented her for it, much like she resented me for it happening to begin with. It wasn't like I raped her, if I do recall, she was the one who was forward that night. She wanted it just as much as I did.

She was here with Landon, and I almost felt bad for him, especially when she openly lied to him. Poor kid was blind, and here she was, taking advantage of him. How could someone do that to the poor kid? I was very tempted to blow her lie and say something, but she sent him off before I even had the chance to try. Paisley probably knew what I was gonna do, and didn't want me to have the chance to be able to do so. "Lying to a blind man. Isn't that a sin?" I asked, giving her a look.

Paisley was trying to make some small talk, and she wasn't doing a very good job at all. I did notice she was nominated for Snow King as well as me, but of course, I knew I was gonna win. "Yeah, I hope you win Snow King, I wouldn't to make a pregnant woman cry when I win." Man, I was still as cocky as ever. Good to know that won't change. I'd be in shock if I wasn't myself. If I wasn't the cocky bastard everyone knew and loved.

"How are you feeling?" I was obviously looking at her prodding stomach as I questioned her. "I still say you let me raise him or her. Do you know what you're having?" Even if she did know what she was having, I don't think I'd want to know, because she wasn't about to let me keep him or her anyways.

He mentioned how I was lying to Landon and I my heart clenched up a little but more inside. I was hoping he would ignore the fact that I was here with someone other than my baby's daddy. He had the nerve to talk me about sins, considering that what we did three months ago was a major sin. "Isn't sex before marriage a sin also?" I retort. "So I guess we have our fair share of them."

No matter what happened, I could never hate Aiden for what happened. Yeah, sure I was angry that he was so forward about keeping the baby. I mean, who would want a child at this age? But I could never hate him for what happened. "Yeah, sure." I scoff, "I would hate lose something as 'important' as Winter Royalty, especially if it is usually given to a male." I say with an obvious hint of sarcasm in my tone.

He cared enough to ask me how I was feeling and I got a warm fuzzy feeling inside. I could swear that I could feel the blood rushing up to my cheeks. Darn hormones. "I'm feeling fine." I assure him, "And I'd rather not know the sex of the baby. I fear I may become to attached to it and become a fool for wanting to try to take care of it." I rudely add on.

She was really going to use the whole sex before marriage is a sin card? Wow, alright I can roll with that, I guess. She didn't understand that I was far more able to let go of a sin than she was. I barely believed in God, let alone care what he thought of me. "Yeah, but there's a difference, I didn't lie to the blind man. He can't see, and you took advantage of it." See, I barely even knew Landon, but I was going to defend him just to get under her skin.

I couldn't help but chuckle on how excited she was to be nominated for Snow King. Yeah, it was funny that she was nominated for Snow King, but at least it wasn't like she wasn't nominated for Snow Queen too. That would be insulting if she was only nominated for Snow King. "I think you'd make a pretty awesome king. Even though I'd be a better one, of course." That was something I really wanted to know.

She was blushing and I had to smile. There was no way she couldn't say that there was something between us, even if she didn't want it to be there. "I'm glad you're okay." If she wasn't, it would be on me. I helped get her into this mess, after all. Paisley admitted that she didn't want to know the gender because of the fact that she would become attached. Did she not realize she would probably get attached when he or she was born?

"You're going to be attached when he or she is born, so you might as well just decide to keep it, or let me keep it. Why waste time?" What was she gonna go, pop the baby out and then refuse to hold him or her? That wasn't fair at all, and I swear I was gonna get custody if she tried to have him or her adopted. I had to sign the papers too, after all.

I rolled my eyes, "Could you be any more arrogant?" I comment on his belief that he would make a better king than me. "But thank you for your sort of compliment." I acknowledge. Although, I did find his confidence a bit charming. I always seem to notice his jawline and his cheekbones when he laughs and smiles. It's perfect.

He mentioned that I was going to get attached to the baby when the baby's born and he still wouldn't let go the fact that he says he's going to take care of it. Right when I thought we were getting along, he had to bring this up again. "Look, I'm just doing you a favor here. So why don't you stop pushing it." I exclaim.

The lights seemed to flash around the plaza and it caught my attention. The lights focused on Nyx who was now on the stage with an envelope in her hand. This could possibly be the best and worst timing in the entire world. Everyone started to applause, so I went with the flow and started clapping as well. I wasn't really interested. Aiden was a shoo-in for King and that wasn't a surprise.

Okay everyone!" Nyx speaks into the microphone trying to hold their attention. "Here's the moment you've all been waiting for... Can I get a drum roll please?" The percussionist in the band used his drumsticks to roll them against the snare drum."This year's Winter Ball Snow King and Queen are..." Silence filled the plaza and I swear I saw some of the girls about to cry and hoping that they were going to get to dance with the King. And guys getting prepared to jump all up on the Queen. And if it was me, I doubt they'd want to hit on a pregnant chick. Especially if Aiden is the father. Nyx opened up the envelope and a look of disappointment but excitement hit her face, "Aiden McAlistar and Paisley Lennox!" She announced. Couldn't say that I didn't see that one coming. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stage.

"C'mon. We won." I yell unenthusiastically over the roar of applause. Halfway to the stage I hear a splash. At first I thought it was the Punch Bowl Monitor upset that the people she wanted didn't win. But then I saw people around us backing away and whispering. I stopped in my tracks and looked behind me. There is a huge puddle of amniotic fluid.

"Oh my gosh..." I start to hyperventilate. I started to get a little dizzy and I couldn't see straight. "Aiden, I think my water just broke."

She called me arrogant and the first thing I did was put my hand over my heart. "Ouch, that hurts, Paisley." I was completely arrogant, but I wasn't about to let anyone just come in and call me arrogant. Then again, I guess she had reason she was allowed to. I did knock her up, after all.

Paisley seemed to be getting pissed with me, and all I could think was hormones. Must she be freaking out like she is right now? Was it honestly necessary? "If you wanted to do me any favors, then you'd just listen to me or should I get bank account balances to show you?" If she really wanted to help me out, she'd fucking listen to me instead of assume things about me that she obviously didn't know at all.

Nyx came on stage and announced the winners. Go figure, Paisley and I. Can't say I was too surprised. I didn't even know any of the other nominations, nor did I really care to know them. They weren't on my radar, obviously for a good reason. Of course, I had to admit, I wasn't surprised I won King. Then again, Asher was pretty popular as well. However, obviously everyone made the right choices, as I am pretty awesome.

Paisley took my hand and was forcing me to follow her on stage. Good thing her date couldn't see otherwise he'd be punching me right now. I was walking with her, when suddenly I felt some liquid hit my shoe. Oh gross, she was peeing. Wait, no, be smart Aiden. Her water obviously just broke. It took me about two second to realize what I just realized. "HOLY FUCK, YOUR WATER JUST FUCKING BROKE." I covered my mouth because of my bad language, and how Nyx would skin me for it, but right now I was freaking out. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?"

Aiden seemed to be freaking out as much as I was. I couldn't blame him. I mean, my water just broke! I was freaking out and I caught myself doing one of those things that those dramatic chicks do on reality television. You know, when they fan themselves and they start crying and ranting about their terrible and miserable lives.

"GOD DAMN IT, AIDEN! TAKE ME TO THE FUCKING INFIRMARY! JESUS CHRIST." I yell at him squeezing his hand so hard, his bones just may pop out. I hope that he doesn't comment nor notice how I just used Jesus's and God's name in vain. Nor I hope he notices how I just swore. I never curse, but I guess this is the perfect time for me to start. I kept looking down my legs and I see a huge mess. And the only thing I was worrying about was how they had clean up this mess.

I look up at Nyx apologetically. "I'm am so sorry! I hope you forgi- OW!" I exclaim unable to finish my sentence. I felt a contraction and it hurt like hell. I was squeezing my torso. "HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET ME SOMEWHERE WITH A DAMN NURSE. I felt another contraction a few minutes later. I hurt so much and I was crying.

I felt like I was having a heart attack. Why the hell would she choose now to go into labor!? I wasn't supposed to be around. That hippie camp leader of hers was supposed to come get me, tell me that my baby was coming, and I was supposed to run to the infirmary, and come in just as she was having the baby. It was not supposed to happen like this.

"HOLY FUCK, PAISLEY LET GO OF MY HAND OOOOOOW." She was squeezing the shit out of me, and right now my mind was completely blank. How the hell do I manage to get her to the infirmary, when she was squeezing the fuck out of my hand? Did she think it was even possible? Because right now, there was no way in hell that was happening. At this moment in time, I was trying to pull my hand out of the death grip it was currently in. "Let go of my hand, so I can pick you up and we can go! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Paisley was apologizing to Nyx, and my poor hand was still not out of her death grip. "STOP APOLOGIZING AND LET GO OF MY HAND." Eventually, when she had a contraction, I yanked my hand from hers, and looked at it. It was throbbing. Stupid pregnant woman. I was certainly glad that she didn't have super strength or I'd be chopping off my hand. Using my own super strength, I picked her up, ignoring the looks that people were giving us. "Thanks for voting for us, but we gotta go. WE'RE HAVING A BABY." With that, I carried her out of the dance.

It was a good thing I sprung for good parking, because that meant I didn't have to carry her very far, she was sobbing and crying. Putting her in the back seat, wanting her to be comfortable. I didn't even think of strapping on her seat belt. I didn't think that'd be too comfortable right then. I started to drive as fast as I could back to the camp, and to the infirmary. Once we were at Camp Point, I pulled out, turned off the car, and in a split second I had her back in my arms and was heading down to the infirmary. We had a baby to give birth to.

It was probably my hormones, but I couldn't help but to feel like a fangirl when I felt Aiden pick me up. My stomach may have been cramping up, but it also had butterflies flying around in it. I realized that he was using his superhuman strength to pick me up, but I still wouldn't be surprised if he was able to carry me without using his power. I mean, have you seen his guns? I sort of let out a giggle along the way he lead us to his car.

He didn't have to carry me too far since by the looks of it, he had super choice parking. I was little bit sad that our journey to his vehicle had ended, because I totally felt like a princess being carried off into the sunset on his white stallion. Instead, he was carrying me to the infirmary back at camp because I was about to give birth to his child. But all that fantasizing had soon cooled down when I felt another contraction come along. "Oh my God, Aiden. Please hurry." I knew he was doing the best he could.

He put me in the backseat of his car and didn't even try to bother with the seatbelt. In other circumstances I would've been worried about this and would start ranting on about safety precautions. But since I was practically screaming in his ear to take me somewhere sterile where I can give birth, I guess I could let this slide. And I doubt it would've fit over my stomach anyway. He was driving really fast and I had to steady myself between the car doors to keep me from falling.

Luckily, we arrived at camp shortly after that, because I swear the thing was about to pop out right there in the back. And I wasn't going to give birth in here. It's not sanitary nor would it be nice to Aiden's car. He started to carry me again, but this time, I didn't care about the whole Prince Charming situation because I was too preoccupied by the baby that was about to exit my body.

We were in the infirmary and I thanked whoever it was up there that there was more than a few medical supervisors there to help. "Please, please; help me. I'm in labor. I feel like--OW! Just lay me down please." I flash a small but painful smile at Aiden, saying thank you. I was on the infirmary bed and the doctor told me to spread my legs. I was nervous, but this lady looked evil; and if I didn't listen, she'd probably use her powers to force my legs open. So I obeyed. "She's six centimeters dilated." I heard her say. I look up at Aiden, wondering how he's taking all of this in.

"Okay Paisley, I'm going to need to you breathe like this." She then started a breathing pattern that I soon started to mimic. I reached up to grab Aiden's hand. I was only starting to feel a little bit better. Then, I felt another sharp pain shoot through my body. I squeeze his hand once more, but not as hard as the first time. The doctor looked between my legs again, "She's eight centimeters dilated. Boy, it's coming through fast."

When I heard that, I thought of how Ginny sped up the pregnancy but not the labor process. Could this have been a side-effect to the speeding? "Paisley, how are you doing sweetie?" She asked sincerely. I answered with a loud scream of pain. "Okay, that's good sweetie. Now honey, I'm going to need to you to push, okay? On a count of three, push." I shake my head, telling her I was unable to do it. It hurt too much. She started counting, and I panicked so I pushed anyway.

"Good job Paisley. You're doing great honey. I'm going to need you to do it again. Okay? PUSH. I obeyed by pushing my hardest. I heard her saying nine centimeters and I had no idea on whether if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I just nodded and smiled a little. She ordered me to push again and each time I did, I squeezed Aiden's hand a little bit harder. "AH!" I look up at him, "You did this to me you asshole!" I say in anger, reaching up to grab his collar and bringing him down to my face.

One more time, she said. And I pushed again. "COME OUT!" I scream at the top of my lungs. After, I felt as if a huge weight has been lifted and I hear a faint cry in the background. It's a girl... I hear the doctor mumble. And I felt a swarm of tears flowing down my cheeks. I looked at the baby in the doctor arms. The doctor offered Aiden to cut the umbilical cord. And I smiled.

She was so beautiful. Already I could see that she had Aiden's olive skin tone. She was too precious. They took her away to clean her off but they quickly came backwith her wrapped in a soft pick blanket.. The nurse placed her in my arms and I cradled her and I started to sing to her. I sang her a song I used to sing in my church choir. It wasn't religious, but it was spiritual and it was a song that could describe the most beautiful thing in the world. And she is in my arms.

I look up at Aiden and I held the baby up for him to hold. 12:00 on December 25th I noticed. It must be a miracle.

I was still in a state of shock as I drove. I was going as fast as I could to get there, because I knew Paisley was in pain, and that was upsetting me. Hell, I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but each time she cried out in pain, I wanted to cry. I wanted to bash my head into a wall for being the cause of all this pain she was going through. It wasn't fair to her, and it wasn't fair for me to have to watch her in misery, and not be able to help her. That was killing me more than anything else.

When we got to the Camp, I ran as if I had super speed and not super strength. I wanted her pain to be over, so mine would be over. Of course, I also wanted to meet my baby. I had gotten used to the fact that I would have a child soon, no matter where he or she lived. The baby would still be mine, and I'd only have to share her with Paisley. They'd be the only thing in this world who would end up loving me unconditionally. Eventually, I unwillingly got used to the idea that Paisley would really give the baby up for adoption, but I'd always be in their life, no matter where the baby lived.

The nurses took over for me, and I was scared to death. Obviously, I was holding Paisley's hand, hoping to God that the baby would be okay. That was all I could do, was for once, hope that God will pull through. This baby was an accident, but a gift to the world, and there was no way that I wanted anything bad to happen to him or her. Right now, Paisley was being a trooper, and I was trying to help, but I just wanted everything to be okay with the baby.

From then on, everything went so fast. I couldn't keep up with what was going on. I could barely register the pain that Paisley was giving my hand. I was too focused on watching the doctors. I didn't want to see any panic on their faces. I didn't hear her yelling at me, or anything like that, all I could focus on was listening for that sweet baby to yell. Tell the world that he or she had just arrived.

Finally, as if right from a fairytale, I heard that faint cry of a sweet baby girl. My baby girl. My daughter. I stared straight at her as they pulled her out. Of course, they asked me to cut the umbilical cord. I agreed, almost too eager, but this meant I could be close to my sweet baby girl. I did exactly what the doctors told me to do, and I watched as they took her to be cleaned. I made my way over to Paisley, looking down at her, about to cry just at a glance at her. She looked perfect right now.

Paisley got to hold our girl first, which I felt was right. She did all the work to give her life, she should be the first one to hold her. I watched Paisley with her intently, and I honestly couldn't see a more beautiful sight. We weren't together, and as much as I felt for Paisley, I doubted we ever would be. We were too different, Paisley wanted too much out of me. At this moment, I wasn't afraid to admit to myself, that I am in love with Paisley, and that right now, everything was perfect.

After Paisley sang a beautiful song to her, she held her out for me to hold her, and I took her gently in my arms. As soon as I looked down at her beautiful sleeping face, I was crying. She was perfect, and that was something no one could ever take from her. "I don't want to give you up." I whispered to her, unaware that Paisley could probably hear everything I was saying, that I was crying. Still, the tears rolled down my face as I stared down at her beautiful.

The lump in my throat wouldn't go away, and I knew that I would have to give her up. That Paisley didn't want to be a mother, and didn't find me fit to be a father. Giving up my daughter would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do. "You're perfect."

I closed my eyes for a little bit after everything was done. All I could look at was Aiden holding our baby girl. Correction. The baby girl. After a few hours, she’s not going to be our daughter, theoretically speaking. A few more tears started done my face as heard him saying how much he didn’t want to give her up. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give her up either, but it’s for the best. I’d have to agree that the little girl in Aiden’s arms was indeed perfect. ”You look like a father,” I whisper out.

The doctor came back over to tell me that the adoptive parents were here. I looked up at her in panic, like this was big surprise. Although, I knew that this was going to happen sometime. I looked back at my daughter and her father and I started to cry again. They looked perfect. We looked perfect. She is perfect. We not might be normal, but right now, we look like a new family. And when we stroll down the camp, everyone is going to be jealous of how happy we look.

”Paisley, it’s time for her to go.” She then grabbed my hand and I looked up at her. ”No. I can’t do it. I can’t let her go, please.” It was probably post labor hormones, but I was crying even harder. I never cried this much before, over a little girl I’ve only known for an hour or so. But I’ve never loved anyone so much in my life. ”But the parents are here already. You already talked things over with them.”

I held out my hands for Aiden to give me back our daughter, so I can cradle her in our goodbye. I held her dearly to my chest, as if she were going to my blown away by the wind. ”Please, I’ll be the best mother in the world.”I look back at Aiden and I smile, ”And Aiden will be the best father in the world. I know it. I can tell he loves her.” I kissed the top of her head and I laid on her forehead, ”This is the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do, but it’ll be worth being able to see my daughter grow up and see that she has two loving parents that care for her deeply."

The doctor looked at me if I was crazy and the best I could’ve done right now was give her a death glare. I don’t know why, but it seemed to fit the situation. She finally nodded and agreed and I couldn’t help by to cry more tears of joy. I grabbed Aiden’s hand and I kissed it. ”Thank you, Aiden. For everything.”

Now that I had my little girl was here in my arms, I knew that I couldn't let her go. She was apart of me, apart of Paisley. That was something we couldn't ignore, or give up. I refused to. I wasn't about to lose my baby girl. Not now, anyways. Paisley told me that I looked like a father, and I smiled though I was crying. "Funny, you look like a mother." How could she still sit there and tell me that she didn't want to keep her. She was perfect, and she was ours.

The nurse came back in, and told us that the adoptive parents were here. No, they couldn't be here. I still hadn't convinced her to keep our perfect angel. There was no way I was going to give her up. There was no way in hell this baby was going anywhere without me fighting about it. The adoptive parents were not her parents, and they never would be. Not if I had any say in it at all. Before, when she was just an idea, I had no part in what happened, but now that she's here, I'm legally her father and there was no way I was handing her off to someone else.

Needless to say, I was shocked when Paisley was crying and say she couldn't give her up. For the first time, I looked away from my daughter, and snapped my head towards Paisley. Did she mean that? Did she really want to keep her? The nurse was fighting with Paisley, and I was seriously about to burst. When Paisley held out her arms for her, I put her gently in her loving arms, and sent a glare towards the nurse. This was not going to be pretty.

"Did she sign the papers?" I sneered, and the nurse seemed pretty shocked at my anger at this moment. "Well no, but she talked everything over. The papers have already been drawn." Well, this bitch was in for a rude awakening. "Then they have no business here, and need to leave before they suddenly get a tree thrown at them. Even if the papers were signed, the birth parents have the right to change their minds within a 72 hour time frame. Obviously, Paisley has changed her mind, and our daughter is staying with us. Now you might want to get them out of here before I do it myself."

The nurse scampered off, and I pulled up a chair to sit next to her as she held our baby girl. "We can do this, I already have most of the things we need bought. I told you I'd be the father to my little girl." I smiled down at my little girl, and then looked at Paisley. "What are we going to name her...?"

I smiled when Aiden replied saying I looked like a mother. I thought it was sort of funny, because my hair was a mess and my face was streaked with tears. I looked as if I hadn't slept in a gazillion years. I guess that's how a mother was supposed to look. But who knew out of all people, I, at sixteen would be a mother? Certainly not me.

When the doctor came back in to tell us that the adoptive parents were here, I wasn't surprised that Aiden was going to take a stand on this. If he was firm on his decision to keep her with me, he certainly wouldn't be afraid to yell at someone he didn't knew. What I was surprised at, was how much he knew about the rights of keeping a child. I watched him in awe as he defended his rights to keep the child. It was huge turn-on.

But he threatened to throw a tree at them. It's not like I had anything against him using violence to fight for his baby girl, I mean I thought it was pretty sexy. It's just that I don't think I could handle the stress of a lawsuit, while taking care of a newborn girl."Aiden, maybe you should calm down." I tell him softly. I held onto his forearm.

The nurse reluctantly agreed and finally left the room. That was a smart decision of her, because if she didn't get out of the room soon; I guarantee that Aiden would've gone all batshit crazy on her and the couple outside wanting to adopt our baby. From what I've noticed, when Aiden has his mind set on something, he's going to do it. Like when he said he's going to be a great father, I don't doubt that he will. I think that's a great quality in people. "That was impressive. Did you research this or something? How long did you plan that speech?" I flood with questions.

He told me he already had the things we needed to take care of her. I chuckled softly at his statement. Like all along he knew I was going to give in to keep her. "I know you're going to be a great father." He asked me what we were going to name our baby. The thought never occurred to me, because I didn't think that I was going to be the one to pick it. I was going to leave it up to the adoptive parents.

I notice how big the hospital bed was and scoot over to my left, "Come lay down next to me." I kissed the top of her head once more before resting my head on Aiden's shoulder. "You can decide," I tell him. It was he least I could do. I put him through the heartache of almost giving up our little angel. Plus, what else was on my mind was how I was going to tell my parents. I didn't exactly break the news to them yet. Oh boy, what did I get myself into.

"Do you think we can really do this?"