Daddy's Little (and Unruly) Girl
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Prologue
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"We're so sorry Mr. Grey, we did everything we could."
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That one sentence changed everything for Shane Grey as he stood in the waiting room of the hospital after his fiancee of three years, Mitchie Torres, had given birth the their first (and last) child. Shane wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Ever since Mitchie became pregnant, she was having difficulties with it, they knew that the delivery was going to be hard, but he didn't have any clue that it would result in the death of her. Shane stood there, unable to move. Even though it was a hard pregnancy, the way he felt when he realized that he was going to be a father was incredible. And when he found out that it was a girl, he was even more excited. Since Mitchie was sick most of the pregnancy, Shane was the one to buy all of the things for their daughter.
"Shane," said Connie as she made her way to Shane with tears on her face. She was the last person to see Mitchie alive, and Shane really envied her for that. But he still let her put her arms around him and held him in an sad hug. Shane could feel the lump in his throat getting bigger and hi breaths becoming shorter when he realized that Mitchie was really gone. He wouldn't be able to hold her, never be able to kiss her, never be able to talk to her, never be able to hear her sing...And her smile...he would never be able to see her give him her big smile every morning when he woke up and she was next to him. He finally felt tears fall from his eyes and onto Connie's shoulder.
"Do you wanna see your daughter?" asked Connie as she moved away from Shane. Connie had known for awhile that Mitchie was very ill towards the end of her pregnancy, much more than Shane did. Shane felt a small smile curl on his lips, even though he was completely devastated. He nodded and Connie walked away and back into the delivery room where just moments ago, Mitchie died.
Connie reappeared with a small pink bundle in her arms and a smile on her face. Shane felt his smile grow bigger as he had the baby placed in his arms. He looked down at her and gently ran his finger down her chubby little cheek.
He knew that he would have to take responsibility for this child, even though every single fiber in his body was screaming for him to just hand over the baby to Connie and leave town. He probably would've done it anyway too, but when Connie put his daughter in his arms, he knew that he would have to stick around, since he knew what it was like to live without a father, but without a mother and father? He didn't even want to think about what could happen to his daughter. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, like she knew who he was and what he was thinking.
"What are you going to name her?" asked Connie. Shane looked up at his would-be-mother-in-law, then back down to his daughter and thought. He and Mitchie never really discussed what to name their daughter. After some thought, he came up with a name that fit his daughter perfectly.
"Hope Michaella Grey."
"You gave her Mitchie's name," smiled Connie as more tears welled in her eyes.
"Yeah...Hey Hope, I'm your daddy," smiled Shane as he bagan to talk to his daughter as she looked up at him again,
"And you're Daddy's little girl," smiled Shane.
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Little did Shane know, fifteen year later, he'd be dealing with a spoiled, ignorant, obnoxious teenager that would be a force to be recokened with. He'd be dealing with the female (and much more hormanal) version of him.
Well, there's nothing like a taste of your own medicine...
Okay, so this is my first "Camp Rock" fic, so I hope you all enjoyed it!
R&R!
-Rose