I am so, so sorry for not updating sooner! This school year has been so hectic and crazy, I haven't even had time to think about updating!
Oh, and I know some people got confused, so I just wanted to let you all know that Abby is seven MONTHS old, not seven YEARS.
Hope everything makes sense now! Read and review please
You Could Be Happy- Chapter 2
I breathed in the crisp summer air as I walked towards the Dining Hall at Camp Rock, Abby in her baby carrier in my right hand. She was in a cute but comfortable light blue outfit, completed with a matching hat to protect her from the sun's rays.
It would be my second summer as a camp instructor. The first summer was the previous, while I was still married to Nate. It was during that time that I had first started filing for divorce.
Hearing a small gurgling noise, I looked down to see Abby smiling up at me. She was such a happy baby; it was hard not to smile around her.
Since I didn't want to hire a stranger to take care of her, Brown graciously offered to let me bring her to camp. She would stay at the newly added daycare, where she'll be watched for the four hours I work. Most of the women working there were people I've known for years, so I trusted them completely. Seeing as my house is nearby the camp, I decided that it would easier if we just went home after work. This way, if the baby cries, she won't wake up the entire camp and I won't have grumpy and tired campers to teach.
A warm breeze blew, causing the wind chimes on a nearby cabin to make musical sounds, just like this camp would be doing in a few days. Abby gurgled again, loving the sound. From the day she was born, she had always appreciated music. I made sure that she knew of her father's music, even if she didn't know how closely related they actually were. I could see her one day, singing and dancing on stage, even attending this camp, which I'm sure won't be closing anytime soon.
When we finally arrived at the Dining Hall, only about five or so instructors were there. They all turned at the sound of the creaky door opening, pleasantly surprised to see me along with my baby.
"Caitlyn!" Mitchie ran towards us and hugged me tightly before asking if she could hold Abby.
"Of course!" I walked over to the table she had just been sitting at, where Lola was also sitting. I said hello and gave her a hug, providing small talk while I set the baby carrier on the table.
I smiled down at Abby, her brown eyes shining. "Hi baby." I cooed, happy to see her smile back. "Your Auntie Mitchie is going to hold you. How's that sound?" She smiled back, not knowing what I was talking about, but I took it as a sign to pick her up.
I called Mitchie her Aunt because I knew that one day she and Shane would get married. Of course, Mitchie always rolls her eyes and blushes when I tell her this, even though she hopes I'm right, whether she admits it or not.
I picked Abby up carefully, feeling her weight and warmth transfer to my arms. She wiggled around, trying to get in the most comfortable position. I kissed her forehead before situating her in Mitchie's arms.
"Hi Abby" Mitchie said softly, rocking my daughter back in forth. "How's my favorite niece?" She looked up at me, teasing.
Mitchie and Lola played with her for a few minutes, making weird faces and noises, making her laugh. They tell her all about themselves, even though she doesn't even know what they're talking about. Still, it makes them happy and keeps Abby entertained. Seeing that the girls seem fit to watch Abby, I made my way to the refreshments table. I grabbed myself a cup of coffee, keeping it black. I really needed the energy to teach kids and still be able to take care of my own.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I think of how hard it has been. When I first realized I was pregnant, I thought I could handle this. Then she was born and I realized that I had no idea how to take care of a baby. I was newly 18, I was lucky I could take care of myself. To make matters worse, I was an only child and I had never babysat other children; Most of the kids in my neighborhood were my own age or older. The only thing that helped me get through the first few months was the support of my family. My parents stayed with me, making sure I knew how to heat up the bottle properly and how to choose between cloth and plastic diapers, basically everything and anything I would need to know.
After they left, the realization that this little baby depended on me was finally starting to sink in. I cried every night for a month straight. I was too afraid I was going to hurt her that I spent most of my time away from her. Whenever I could, I would hire a babysitter to watch her. I was gone for hours each day, thinking that I was helping Abby, when all I was doing was hurting her. Also, the bills were starting to add up and being a music producer for small time bands and singers doesn't exactly bring in the big bucks.
Thankfully, my parents came back to visit me and helped show me that staying away from her was making matters worse. I soon turned my life, you could say, around and started to become the mother I should have been from the beginning.
"How's my favorite music producer doing?"
Brought out of my reverie quickly, I jumped, my hand going right above my heart. "Oh My God!"
Everyone turned around and looked at us quizzically, while Brown just laughed.
"Didn't mean to scare you, Caitlyn." He said with a smile, his laughter slowly fading and his accent becoming more and more pronounce.
"No, don't worry about it." I said shakily, my heart rate slowly starting to decrease. "I wasn't paying any attention, it was my fault."
"Got a lot on your mind?" He stared at me, already knowing the answer. He, along with everyone I knew and the whole country, watched as everything Nate and I had fell apart.
It's not like Brown could have done anything. He tried to help, but I think that it was something he couldn't fix. Nate and I both had to want to work on our relationship, but we were too stubborn to admit that something was wrong. Towards the end we were both just waiting for the shoe to drop.
Obviously, it did. I'm not bitter about it, but I was hoping that when we got married that we'd be one of those couples who could make it through anything, as long as we were together, no matter how corny or clichéd that sounds.
Breaking out of my memories, I smiled at Brown before sipping on my coffee again. "You could say that."
Not wanting to talk about my failed relationship anymore than I wanted to think about it, I excused myself from Brown with the excuse of checking on Abby. I could feel his eyes on my back the entire walk back to the table, but I didn't think much of it. It was just Brown being protective, same as always. I just shrugged it off and continued on my way.
The next half hour was spent catching up with my friends. Right after the (short) conversation with Brown, our table started to slowly fill up as Baron and Sander came in, beat boxing as usual. Soon, we were talking and laughing, just like we were eight years ago, when we were fifteen.
"Alright, alright, quiet down everyone!" Brown called out, clapping his hands together.
Once the room was completely quiet, he continued.
"I would like to say, welcome back, everyone! Last year was great, and I expect this year to be even better! Now, on with the rules…"
There was a collective groan from everyone, seeing as all of us had been working her for summers on end; there really was no need to go over them. Still, Brown plugged on, ignoring all of us.
Suddenly, as Brown was half way through the rules, the unmistakable creak of the door opening grabbed everyone's attention, even Brown's.
To say I was shocked beyond belief was an understatement: I was basically frozen. I blinked my eyes a few times, wondering if they were playing tricks on me. Since I kept seeing the same three people in front of the door, I turned to my friends, wondering if they were seeing the same thing; From the looks on their faces, they were: Mitchie had her mouth open, gaping at the group, her face slightly pale. Lola had a look of surprise on her face, as if someone had handed her a million dollars. Both Sander and Baron looked pleasantly surprised, since they both had matching smiles on their faces. I was glad to see at least someone was happy they were here.
Looking around, Shane stepped forward, looking at our table briefly before training his eyes on Brown. "Sorry, are we late?"
There, standing in front of me, were the three people I least expected (or wanted) to see: Connect Three.
I'm not exactly too happy with this ending, but I needed this chapter to show what happened after Naitlyn became Nate and Caitlyn. Don't worry, the next chapter will be Connect Three with the rest of their old friends. (Caitlyn, Mitchie, etc.) Maybe there will be a Nate and Caitlyn conversation, who knows?
I hope you guys liked this chapter! Let me know what think and/or want to happen!
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