The pregnant woman walked down the hospital corridor manoeuvring her body through the hustle of doctors, nurses and visitors. She finally turned down a much quieter corridor the only sounds being made were those that belonged to the machines, signalling that someone was alive.

She reached the room. Before she entered she took a deep breath preparing herself. As she entered the room she took in the small, weak woman lying down on the hospital bed. You could tell she had once been beautiful as age finally caught up with her. It broke the pregnant woman's heart as the figure was lying on her death bed, being pumped with chemicals which were deteriorating her health.

The woman moved closer to the figure and gently stirred her from stupor. "Mum," she quietly whispered. The woman opened her eyes slowly gaining her vision.

"Lexi?"

"It's me mum. How are you?"

The woman gave her daughter a look. "Well I am currently lying on my death bed; I have bed sores in places you don't even want to think about; I am being pumped with chemicals that make me vomit and I'm getting ugly. So, yeah I am fantastic!"

"Of course I was going to get a sarcastic response," Lexi muttered.

"I'm sorry; blame your dead grandfather for my sarcastic nature. It's a shame you inherited your father's attitude and not mine. But that's ok it means I have a piece of him here with me, even if he isn't here."

The woman breathed out a heavy sigh. Tears quickly filled her eyes reminiscing about her past love, the father of her child. She quickly wiped her eyes.

"Not that it matters anymore," she concluded.

"You may be Rose Hathaway- bitch extraordinaire, the queen of sarcasm and the most loyal person in the world- but even you have feelings. It does matter. It still hurts but there must have been good memories for you to reflect on."

Rose took in her daughter's appearance. Lexi had inherited 'the Mazur' hair, her almond colour skin and her father's perceptive eyes. She was beautiful and with that extra pregnancy glow made her even more stunning. It was sad knowing she would never get to meet her unborn grandchild.

"I don't believe I told you the story about how your father and I met, did I?"

Lexi stared at her in disbelief. For the past twenty five years the mention of her 'father' made her mother freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. It was a no go area. Lexi realised that this moment may be the last she would ever have with her mother.

"You sure?" Lexi asked hesitantly.

"YOLO. You deserve to know this."

Rose smiled to herself remembering the moment her life became one hell of a rollercoaster.

"Well, did you know that I was one hell of a party animal when I was younger..."