Bianca







~ 3 MONTHS ON ~

My eyes slowly opened as I looked around at the white polished walls. I smiled gently, exhausted and tired, but happy. Nick stood beside me, looking out the large window. He turned around, holding what seemed to look like a tiny doll wrapped up in a pink blanket.

The labor had lasted around 6 hours of an excruciating pain like I’d never experienced before. I was terrified when the wheeled me into that room, so many questions were running through my head, would Nick love this baby? Would I love this baby? Could I care for a baby when I was practically one myself? Was everything going to be alright? But when I heard that first cry of the newborn I knew all the questions were answered, and that 7lbs 8ounces of beauty was the answer. We named her Kaitlyn-Rose Carter. She would carry Nick’s last name as we planned to soon be married.

“How is she?” I whispered, lacking any energy to do anything else
“Sleeping” Nick whispered back, holding her like any doting father would “She has your eyes” he smiled sitting down on the seat beside the bed
I managed a smile in response, as he freed one hand to slid back my hair.

We hadn’t really decided on what we would do media wise, I didn’t want Kaitlyn-Rose to grow up in her parents star shadow, and I didn’t want her to appear in magazines when she couldn’t even talk. It wasn’t fair to her and neither Nick or I would allow that to happen. We figured a press conference would be held, that or we would just leak the news and let the world of tabloids do the hard work for us, either way I didn’t care to think about what the would thought of our “family” because this was our moment and no one would ruin that.

“You want to hold her?” Nick questioned as I shuffled up the bed to an almost sitting position
I nodded as he handed her down to me. She slipped easily into my arms and for the first time I saw her beautiful face. She has very light hair, but a lot of it, a perfectly crafted button nose, and soft smile that reminded me so much of her father. Her hands moved only slightly under the warm pink blanket as she lay asleep, her eyes opening only slightly when I spoke her name.

I’d learnt so much for the past 18 years of my life, I’d learnt the cost of deceit, I’d learnt the beauty of truth, I’d learnt the strength of love, and the power of kindness, the sadness of loneliness, and the happiness of togetherness, but above all else I’d learnt the truth and might of Friendship.

Life would take me across mountains and valleys, life would show me days and nights, life would give me sadness and happiness, and I would strive through whatever else it would give me simply knowing I had love and I had friends, because knowing that would give me the strength to face anything – because I’d never be facing it alone.




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