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I woke up to a baby crying. I opened my eyes, still in the hospital bed. I scooped up Kara in the crib and placed her in my arms. Logan was beside me, his head on the bed, him sitting in the chair next to me. He was fast asleep.

Kara yawned, stretching. I kissed her little fingers. Suddenly, Logan sat up, his hair wild. “Shoot. I fell asleep,” he muttered.

I laughed. “Logan. You can go home. Even my mom left for a little bit.”

“Yeah she doesn’t like me very much. Kept giving me the evil eye,” Logan mumbled. I smiled.

Kara’s eyes shut, and she fell asleep. I lay her down in the crib. Then I leaned back into the pillows, my nose wrinkling. “Something smells. It’s either me, you, or Kara,” I said, giggling.

            He grabbed my hand and sniffed it. ”Definitely you,” he said jokingly.

            I smiled. I didn’t move my hand.

            He leaned in close to me. “I think what you did was so brave Hannah.”

            My heart started pounding.

            “I’m so glad you kept our baby. That you put up with everyone’s crap,” he whispered.

            “I couldn’t let her go,” I said, my voice cracking.

            “Hannah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I-”

            “Oh god Logan. Don’t apologize. I am a wreck right now,” I sighed.

            He moved closer, brushing my hair out of my face. “You need some sleep,” he whispered. But neither of us moved. Slowly, I sat up, until my face was leveled with his. He took my hands gently, then leaned in. My lips met his. My heart soaring. He pulled away, carefully. He gave me his goofy grin. “Get some sleep.”

            I scooted over on the bed, patting the open side next to me. He hesitated, then gently sat down next to me. I lay my head on his shoulder. I didn’t care what came next. I had Ari and Ash. I had my beautiful little Kara. And for now, I had Logan. That’s all I need right now. For the first time in a long time, I was purely happy. It didn’t matter what happened next. As long as I had them.





The End(;


Ayeee sorry it took me so long! I totally spaced
Yeah this is the end. I had to make it happy(:
You guys want another?

Arianna

I woke to someone shaking my shoulder. “Ari? Arianna get up. ”

I opened my eyes. Staring at me were a familiar pair of blue eyes. I groaned. “Five more minutes Logan,” I said. Then I remembered. Hannah. I sat up, my hair flying. “Hannah!” I yelled. Ash woke up to my screaming, falling out of his chair.

“Where is she?” I yelled.

“Shh,” Logan said. Ash was standing up grumbling, brushing off his pants. “She’s in room with her baby.” I sprinted out of the waiting room and into the room. Hannah was sitting there, holding her baby.

My eyes brimmed with tears. “Hannah sweetheart!”

Hannah looked up, grinning from ear to ear. “Ari!” I ran over.

Her baby looked up, her bright blue eyes shining. “Ari, meet Kara,” Hannah said.

“Kara,” I whispered. “Can I hold her?”

Hannah handed me her baby. I cradled her in my arms. Hannah shut her eyes, smiling. Eventually she fell asleep. I stayed there, holding Kara.

Ash walked in. His hair was sticking up, and the pattern from the waiting room chair on his cheek. His clothes were rumpled. He looked adorable. “Is this sweetie here Kara?” He walked up, sitting beside me. “Hey there,” he whispered. “Say hi to your uncle Ash.” I giggled. Kara grabbed my finger, gurgling. Hannah was snoring beside me. Logan had seated himself in the chair next to Hannah, holding her hand.

Ash leaned over, brushing his lips on my cheek. “I owe you 10 bucks.”

I giggled. “Pay up.”

He reached into his pocket and handed me the money. I tucked it into my pocket. I looked down at Kara, who was now falling asleep. “How are we going to take care of her?”

“What do you mean?” Ash asked.

“Baby’s cost money Ash. She needs attention. Food. Sleep. Hannah can’t to all of this.”

Ash shook his head. “Hannah won’t be alone. She’s got us. Kara Rose will be the most spoiled baby in the world.”

Logan smiled from the chair over. “Hopefully Hannah knows this.” He was still holding Hannah’s hand, not taking his eyes off her face.

Ash stood up, brushing off his pants. “Come on,” he said, reaching out for my hand. “Let’s head home. We can visit Hannah and Kara tomorrow. Besides,” he said, sniffing his armpit. “I need a shower. Now.” Laughing, I lay down Kara in the crib next to Hannah.

I followed Ash to the door. “You coming Logan?” I asked, turning around to face him.

He shook his head. “I’ll stay a bit longer,” he said smiling.

“Logan. It’s been 26 hours since you’ve slept.”

He shrugged. “I’ll take a nap later,”

I shook my head and walked out with Ash.






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Anways, only a few more ch's

Ash, Arianna, and I sat there for 12 hours. We stayed in these funky green seats. Arianna had fallen asleep on Ash three hours ago. Her head on his chest, his head on hers. They were holding hands, fast asleep.

I didn’t sleep. I was too worried. I sat there, staring at the door.

Then, a tall nurse with short spiky hair walked up to me. “The baby’s here,” she said smiling. “A healthy girl.”

I leaned back, my heart pounding. I almost cried in relief. The nurse motioned me to the room. “Don’t you want to see your baby?”

I got up carefully. I walked through the double doors, and down the hallway. The nurse pointed to a door. Nervous, I walked through.

Hannah sat there in bed, her hair pulled back. She held our baby in her arms, smiling down at her. She looked up when she saw me. Her grin widened. I walked over and sat down in the chair next to her.

“She’s beautiful,” I whispered.

Hannah nodded. The baby squirmed in her arms. Then she opened her eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Hannah gasped. Staring at us were the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. Hannah sighed in delight. “She looks just like you,” she whispered.

The baby wiggled, her hands in fists. “Want to hold her?” Hannah asked.

I looked up. Hannah was biting her lip, nervous. “No one else has held her yet, so…” This was a big step for Hannah.

I tentatively reached out. Hannah set the baby in my arms. I cradled the baby. She stared into my eyes. She gurgled, reaching up to grab my ear. I chuckled, my eyes welling in tears. “What are you going to name her?”

Hannah leaned closer to me. She smiled. “How about you decide.”

I almost started crying. She wanted me to name the baby. I sat there for a moment, thinking. “Kara,” I
whispered.  

Hannah smiled, nodding. Her eyes shined. “Such a pretty name. Kara. How about…Kara Rose?”

Kara Rose squirmed in my arms. Hannah placed her head on my shoulder, unaware of what she was doing. For one moment, we were a happy family.






Thanks to emmalie for the name(:
Added the middle name
Only a few more chapters planned ):

Hannah
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God it hurt. It hurt so bad. I see people all around me. They put be into a strange-smelling hospital gown. They place me on a bed. They push and prod my stomach. Tell me to relax.

Relax. It will hurt less if I relax.

How can I relax when I feel this much pain?

I see my mom hovering over me, holding my hand.

“Breathe,” the nurse says. She tries to hold my knees apart. I try to squeeze them together.

“You need to let the doctor see,” she says sternly. The doctor shines a light at me. These strangers are everywhere. I want them to go.

“No,” I murmur. “Please no.”

The doctor tries to see my baby. He’s hurting me. I take shallow breaths. “Please. Please stop.”

My mom holds my head, trying to comfort me. She starts crying.

“Mom,” I whisper. “Make them stop.”

She shakes her head, crying more. The doctor keeps pressing. It hurts so much.

I cry. I push when the doctor tells me to. I try to think happy thoughts. About how my baby will look. I think of what I will name him. I think of having a big happy family. I fill my head with fantasy pictures. It helps.

The doctor tells me to push, I push.

The doctor tells me to breathe, I breathe.

I pretend I don’t hear anything. I pretend I’m someplace far away, with my baby and Logan and Arianna and my mom. Anywhere but this terrible place.

And then, I hear crying.

I open my eyes. There he is, red and wrinkly. Fists flailing, feet kicking. His little mouth open. The nurse takes him away. I cry out, reaching for my baby. They took him away. My heart aches with emptiness.

The doctors clean me up. They bring me to my hospital bed. Then they bring me my baby. My beautiful  baby. “It’s a girl,” the nurse whispered, handing me my baby.

She was beautiful. Her tiny pink face was scrunched up. She had stopped crying the minute she was placed in my arms. She cuddles into my arms. My baby.

My mom walks in beside me, stroking my hair. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered.

I nodded. “She’s prefect.”

I sat there for a long time, my baby in my arms. Her tiny little eyes were scrunched up. I held her close to me. It was over. And my perfect little baby was in my arms. I let out a sigh, my eyes brimming with tears.

My mom had fallen asleep on the coach next to me. I motioned for one of the nurses. "Could...could you get Logan for me?" I whispered. It was time for him to see his baby. Our baby. 




Baby's here(:
Sadly, the story is nearing its end ): 

Arianna

I reach the hospital at the same time as Logan. I pull in, hop out, and run to Logan’s car. I reach to open the door. Hannah looks up at me, her eyes pleading. I wish I didn’t have to make her go through this. But all I can do is smile weakly and help her out.

Logan and I help her into the hospital. The doctors and nurses see Hannah and they take her away. Logan and I don’t even get the chance to say goodbye. We don’t get to tell her I think she’s amazing for doing all of this. We don’t get to tell her we love her.

She cries out to us, but then she’s gone through the double doors.


I grab my phone and call Mrs. Baker, telling her the baby was coming.

Logan got up to get some fresh air.

I did my research. I knew Hannah was in pain. She could be in labor for ten hours. I can’t believe she was in there alone. My stomach churned. I took out my phone and called Ash.

“Ari? What the hell happened? You just walked out of history,” he yelled.

“The baby’s coming,” I whispered.

He hung up. I knew he was on his way.

In less than ten minutes, he was here. He sat down next to me in the ugly waiting room chair. That’s when I started to cry.

He gathered me into a hug. I put my head against his chest, sobbing. Poor Hannah. I soaked his T-shirt. He just stood there, stroking my hair, telling my it’ll be okay.

When I was done crying, I pulled away, but held on to his hand. He drew circles on my palm, trying to comfort me. To show me I didn’t have to wait for this alone.

Logan hadn’t come back yet. Mrs. Baker had walked in minutes ago to find Hannah. I knew that would help her.

Ash tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. “You’re going to owe me ten bucks,” he whispered, trying to lighten the mood.

I shook my head. “It’s a girl. I know it is.”

We sat there together. There were people in the waiting room. All happy and smiling, waiting for the good news. One man ran into the room yelling, “It’s a boy!” which got the whole room cheering. People calling relatives, spreading the good news. I hid my face. I didn’t want these people to see us. To see me upset.

I leaned into Ash, shutting my eyes, and waiting.






Sorry guys. Hannah's almost there(:

Logan

I walked to the beach, the wind whipping around my head. It was December now. I wrapped my sweatshirt around tighter, trying to hide from the wind. I wandered down the beach. And I ended up at the exact spot where it happened. The beginning of the end.

The beer bottles were still there scattered around from that night. Our footprints were still there, barely. I sat down, trying to remember before that night. What Hannah was like before the incident. How different things would be.

 As if calling her with my thoughts, she appeared in front of me. She was about thirty feet away, her feet in the water. She didn’t see me. She was walking and looking out into the ocean. She was holding her stomach, so I knew the baby was kicking around. The wind blew her hair around. She stood there, at peace.

Then all of that ended. She fell to her knees, crying out in pain. She was shaking, her hands holding her stomach. I jumped up and ran to her as fast as I could.

“Hannah?” I called. “Hannah!” I reached her side. She was breathing shallowly. “Hannah what’s wrong?”

She looked up, her eyes wild. “I...I think...the baby’s coming,” she whispered.

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I didn’t know what to do.

I helped her into my car, shutting the door behind me. She was scared. I was scared. I tried to remember what I was supposed to do.

Once she was settled in the car, I hopped in and started driving to the hospital. I took out my cell phone and called Ari.

She answered on the first ring. “Logan,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “I’m in history. This better be important.”

“The baby’s coming.”

Ari swore. I heard rustling in the background. I could here the squeaking of the chair.

“Okay I’m on my way,” she said loudly.

“Did you just walk out of class?” I asked.

“Logan! Shut the hell up! Focus,” she yelled.

Right. I looked over at Hannah. She was breathing heavily, trying to ignore the pain. Her hair stuck to her forehead. But she didn’t cry out. She looked straight ahead.

“Tell her the contractions are four minutes apart,” Hannah whispered. I relayed the news to Ari. She told me she’d be there as soon as possible. Then she hung up.

I drove faster. Suddenly, Hannah grabbed my hand. “Stop,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Stop,” she said again. I pulled over. “I’m not ready yet. Give me a minute.” She leaned back, taking deep breaths. She didn’t let go of my hand. After a few moments, she sat up straighter. “Go ahead.”

I started driving again. She still held on to my hand.

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I lay back in my bed, sighing. Week 29. Everyday, it seemed my baby grew a little more. I keep my eye out for Hannah. I have never seen her complain. Not once. I admire her for that.

It hurts to watch her go through this. Every time I see her, I wish I could take her in my arms. Let her know she doesn’t have to go through this alone.

Let her know I love her.

I groaned. I was miserable. Needing to cheer up, I reached between my mattress, grabbing the ultrasound pictures of my baby. The ones Hannah brought.

I have stared at this photo for hours. I can’t believe this baby is mine. I try to look for my resemblance in him. I look for my nose, my hands, and my ears. Anything. But the baby is too young to tell anything about him. I just had to wait another ten weeks.

Smiling, I look at my baby. Trying to imagine what it will be like. I was so engrossed in the photo, that I didn’t hear my mom approaching. Or my door opening. I did hear her sharp intake of breathe.

I threw the picture behind me. “Hi mom,” I stuttered.

She shook her head. “Please tell me that was not an ultrasound picture.”

I looked down, guiltily. “That would be lying,” I whispered.

“Is…is it yours?”

I nod.

She sat down next to me, her head in her hands. “Logan. How could you be so stupid? Didn’t your father tell you to use…”

I interrupted. “Yeah mom. I…I just made a big mistake.”

She shook her head at me. “Oh Logan,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry mom. I’m not expecting money or anything. I got a job. And I’m trying to work out colleges and…mom?”

She looked up, her eyes filled with tears. I walked up and gathered her in a hug. We sat there together, tears dripping down our cheeks. 




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Hw was running down the path to the pool area. Though I can’t explain it, I decided to come back to the pool. Though I would never admit it, I kept looking at the gate area for him to walk in.

He walked to my chair. He was wearing a Yankees hat backwards, hiding his messy blonde hair. He sat down at the edge. “Who were you talking to?” he asks, motioning to the phone in my hand.

“Hannah,” I said. I was not going to have him talking to Logan. Logan would never let me live it down.

He nodded, understanding. I caught his eyes slowly running over my purple bikini. I sighed, and reached over to flick the hat off his head. “Pervert,” I blamed.

He pretended to slap himself. “Sorry. I’m trying. It’s hard to teach a old dog new tricks. I’m trying though, I swear.”

I smiled. He kept telling me he was trying to grow up. He didn’t want to be someone’s one-night-stand anymore. I knew it was hard to believe, but I can’t help but hope…

His voice broke my thoughts. “Want to go swimming?” he asked.

“No. It’s too cold,” I said.

He glared at me. “Oh, so you don’t know how to swim?”

I rolled my eyes. “Ash, I live on the ocean. Of course I do.”

He smiled deviously. “Only one way to find out.” He scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the pool. I squealed in protest, kicking and punching. But he was too strong. He swung me back and forth, and sent me flying into the air. My arms failing, I hit the water.

I came up to breathe, shivering. “You’re dead!” I screeched. I reached towards the edge of the pool and grabbed his ankle. I tugged him in, his hat and all.

He submerged from the bottom of the pool. “I believe we are even now,” he said, smiling.

I rolled my eyes. “Not even close.”

He wiped a piece of hair from my face. His eyes sparkled. Slowly, he put his fingers to my chin, lifting it to face him. He leaned in to kiss me.

I turned my head slightly, so he kissed my cheek instead. I leaned away. “Not yet Ash.”

He turned away, his eyes sad. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I smiled sadly. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

I know how cliché that sounds, but it’s true. And I know this is crazy, turning down on one of the hottest guys in town. But after what happened with Hannah, I’m scared to even hug a guy anymore. Stupid, I know.

I shook my head, trying to fix the moment. I pulled myself out of the pool and reached for Ash’s hand. “Come on,” I said. He took my hand and hopped out of the pool. We walked over to my stuff, dried off, and walked away.





Oh Ari you heartbreaker :P
Still debating baby names!