A/N: I still don't own Camp Rock, but I do own the ideas.
If you haven't read "Novelty", " Never Have I Ever", "Rose Garden", "Painting Wild Flowers", "Sharing", "Winning Roses", "In Sickness", "All in the Timing", "Seconds", "The Campers Catalog", "Her letter", "When I'm not lookin' ", or "Barefoot CinderElla", I would appreciate it if you did.
Ella's eyes blinked open groggily as she heard a small cry coming from the monitor next to her on the night stand. She felt the bed shift next to her and she let out a contented sigh. "No, I've got this one. You got home late." He let out a mumble of thanks before settling back down on the mattress. So Ella slipped out of the covers and padded lightly down her hallway, opening the nursery door with a small and very sleepy smile.
"Couldn't let us sleep, could you Mia?" She mumbled, picking up the squirming bundle of warmth and bringing her over to the changing table and lying her down. After Ella changed and fed her baby, she settled down into her rocking chair, rubbing Mia's back soothingly as she sat and hummed Que Sera Sera. Finally, Mia's breathing had calmed and she was fast asleep, so Ella gently placed her back into her crib. She took a quick glance at the digital clock and 2:19 AM glared back at her in bold red letters. Mia had been waking up for the past two nights at almost this exact time. Quick panic set in and made her wonder if Mia was sick, so she resolved to call her mother-in-law in the morning.
Being a mom is exhausting, Ella thought as she stroked her daughters black tuft of hair and her little chubby cheeks, but amazing. Mia's tiny hand latched on to Ella's pointer finger and held on with a surprising amount of strength, and letting out a content coo as she brought Ella's finger closer. Sometimes Ella had a hard time believing that this little person was hers, and loved her with out stipulation. It was kind of frightening to have someone be completely dependent on her, but it was moments like this one that made every little sacrifice worth it in the long run.
"We did a good job, didn't we?" Arms circled around her waist and brought her close as he dropped a kiss on her neck.
"I thought you were supposed to be sleeping," she teased, leaning back into his touch. "She's beautiful." She sighed dreamily.
"You're not to shabby yourself, so she comes by in naturally." Ella turned to face her husband and ... her alarm went off.
She flailed wildly from the bed, gasping for air. What in the world was that? She stared at the wall from her spot on the floor, taking deep breaths.
"Ella? Ella, you okay down there?" Peggy asked leaning in front of her friend. Ella nodded her head in a daze, still thinking about her dream.
It just felt so real...
Ella sighed clicking her e-mail icon on the computer in the camp's computer lab. Her day hadn't been very productive and she couldn't focus in the slightest, and she was positive that her friends could tell. She scanned through the masses of make-up product e-mails, new arrival alerts for her favorite stores, and only stopped to read the ones through the various design schools. After replying to a few, Ella was struck with an idea. With a squeal of happiness, she logged off and went to her home-page, why hadn't she thought of this earlier?
To: amelia(at)gmail(dot)com
From: elladancerbella(at)camprock(dot)com
Subject: Hello just sounds so lame...
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Dear Amelia,
I don't really know what to say right now, but I feel like you should get to know me... while you can. I'm not sure who you are yet, who your father is, or even what you'll look like. Mostly because I'm only 17. But I saw you last night, in a dream. I was asleep, and I heard you crying, so I got up to take care of you. I saw you lying there in your crib, you little chubby hands waving and your face was as red as my nail polish, and I knew you were mine. From the tip of your nose, to the curl of your hair, to the life time it felt like to sing you back to sleep; it was beautiful and I knew that I loved you. I think your father would call you Aims. At least that's what he called you when he held me. I had just put you down and I was just watching you sleep, all your little coos and wiggles, then he just came behind me and held me tight. "We really did a good job, didn't we? I love you, Aims." This might be TMI but then he told me that I wasn't to shabby either. ;)
It might sound crazy, but I've been told that's genetic, so you'll probably get a double dosage. Just sayin'.
Your future mom,
Ella
PS- I put a picture of my nails! They're a little chipped... but still... you get the point!
Thirteen year old Amelia stared at her mothers gift in confusion. After their argument this morning, she wasn't sure her mother would want to talk to her or could stand to look at her; Mia would have done that, but she wasn't expecting a small envelope with an e-mail address and password to be given to her and be in her possession. Honestly, Mia didn't see how this was going to help her out. Of course she was aware of her mother's unusual habits, but usually she was pretty spot on in what people wanted or need to hear in a situation. So, she opened the internet browser and opened up the account. Her mouth dropped open in surprise at the number of e-mails in the inbox.
She clicked the contact lists and saw the list of her aunts and uncles, which she read with a small smile. Sighing, she clicked back to the inbox and scrolled to the first date in the inbox.
June 13, 2010