I decided to start a new fic, don't worry I'm still going to be updating Can we make this work! This fic is only going to be a few chapters long I think, so hope you enjoy it!
"Stacey, please let me know where she is. I need to know, where is she?" Ronnie pleaded with Stacey. Her daughter was alive; alive, well and beautiful. Ronnie felt sick; knowing her daughter was out there, alone, helpless and upset. She had caused this and she wanted nothing more than to turn the clock back thirty minutes and take her baby in her arms and never let her go.
"You broke her heart, Ronnie," Stacey could see the sadness behind Ronnie's eyes but she had to protect Danielle. Hurt and confused, Danielle had been in the Slater's house ten minutes ago but now she had gone.
"I know, I know. But I need to find her Stacey, please. I need my baby…" Her eyes filled with tears, Ronnie pleadingly looked at Stacey. All she needed was her baby…her baby daughter…her Danielle.
Stacey darted her eyes across the floor, doing anything to avoid looking Ronnie Mitchell in the eyes. This had been all Danielle had ever wanted and Stacey wanted to see her best friend happy, but she had no idea where she was. She was pained with guilt, she had been too drunk to look after her best friend and now she didn't know where she was. "She went Ronnie, I don't know where, she just left…"
Fleeing the Slater's house with her purple bridesmaid dress, Ronnie ran to the only place she could think of that her daughter may go to. The Tube Station. In front of her stood the most beautiful person in her life; her daughter, who was about to leave Walford for ever.
"Danielle!" Ronnie shouted towards her daughter, wishing more than anything that she would feel her baby in her arms once again; that everything would be forgotten. Danielle slowly turned around, facing her mother before starting to slowly approach her. Ronnie held out her arms beaming at her baby. Moving closer, she saw Danielle slowly fade away. "Baby…" she screamed afraid of losing her once again.
A million thoughts flew around Ronnie Mitchell's head as she jolted awake, the same dream she had had for the past two nights. Danielle. Her baby. Always in reaching distance but yet so far away. All she wanted was to have her baby back in her arms. It had been two days now and she hadn't heard anything. She wished she could turn back time or move forward. As long as she could be with her daughter, nothing would matter. She could only think of if only. If only she had believed her. If only she had reacted differently. If only she had tried to see what had really been there. If she hadn't been so naïve to believe her dad, then she wouldn't be sat her wondering where her beautiful, beloved daughter was. She couldn't turn back time, not even if she prayed every minute that she lived. She wished she had taken more notice of Danielle; a girl who only yesterday was the 'girl who helped Stacey on the stall'. Shutting her eyes tightly, she tried to picture every feature on her daughter's face; the way her blonde hair fell across her face, the small dimples in her checks when she smiled, the glistening shine behind her eyes. She shouldn't have to try and remember what her daughter looks like; she should know. I am her mother, Ronnie thought, I need to find her. Whatever it takes, Ronnie knew she would find her baby.