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Danielle grasped her stomach in agony, withering in the pain and terrified, not knowing what to do. She had hoped that she wouldn't be alone when she had her baby, as she was terrified of what could happen. A surge of water fell to the ground as Danielle held onto her baby belly once again; she felt embarrassed to be in this state in public and slowly made her way to the park, collapsing on the ground in pain as she did.

The tears fell down her face as she sobbed into her free hand, the other holding her stomach. The rejection had gone through her like a knife, plunging through her heart and causing it to shatter but the anger on Ronnie's face was imprinted on her mind. She never thought she could hurt this much – that one person, the one person who was suppose to care for her – could treat her like this and loathe her so much.

As another pain surged through her body, she clasped her stomach as the tears continued to fall down her face. All she wanted was Ronnie, was her mum, but yet at this moment in time, Danielle knew she would have to face her difficulties alone.

In the Vic, Ronnie sighed behind the closed door. The atmosphere was tense as she saw Archie follow her every move; his eyes piercing through her body. Anger was at the forefront of Ronnie's mind; how could Danielle have been so cruel? Ruining the memory of her darling daughter, her little Amy, and tearing at Ronnie's heart, shattering it further.

Those memories were the only things she had left of her precious daughter, of her little angel, and she couldn't let anyone have them of threaten to take them away. Those were the things that kept her living with the pain every day and she needed them to cope – otherwise Ronnie wasn't sure how she would survive.

"Vee," Archie spoke as the silence was broken, "She's deluded ok, just forget about her, she's pathetic – she doesn't deserve somebody like you," He shortened the distance between them as he moved closer, his arms outstretched. Their relationship, although still frail, had improved tremendously and Ronnie now felt comfortable enough to have physical contact with her father.

"Come here Vee," Archie indicated as he gave his daughter a small hug, before she pushed him away.

"I…I need to go and clear my head," Ronnie replied before leaving the downstairs hallway and making her way up the stairs. She brushed her hair from her face as she reached the top of the staircase and sighed loudly.

Instinctively, when she was feeling down, her hand grabbed her locket that hung around her neck and she unlocked the clutch, staring adoringly at the perfect little baby inside. Every feature that adorned this baby's face was memorized in Ronnie's head, the mesmerizing eyes, the soft blond hair and red lips, they were imprinted on Ronnie's mind and she spent every day wondering what her daughter looked like, what her interests were, what she liked.

She closed the living room door behind her as she entered the room, before letting the tears fall. In reality, she was weak and pathetic; the cold hard Ronnie was an act. She was a broken woman, aged from a broken teenager and the only thing that could fix her was gone, her little baby.

Anger flooded through her as she thought about Danielle trying to take the one thing that mattered from her, she needed her baby, her little girl, and Danielle was mimicking her, tearing at the memories that burned inside. She swung her arm out, sweeping it across the cabinet, and knocking a vase of flowers off, watching as the glass vase smashed into a thousand little pieces.

Her eyes washed over with tears as she stared at the water seeping across the laminate floor, one delicate rose spread between the other flowers. A rose - her favourite flower and the flowers that shared the room with her baby and herself for those oh-so-precious hours. She bent down to pick it up, and as she did so, a golden glimmer caught her eye.

The decoration so familiar, and just as worn as hers, the chain sliding through Ronnie's fingers as she picked it up from beneath the cabinet.

Through the floods of tears, her voice hitched in her throat as she carefully handled the locket, lifting the catch and letting the contents reveal all.

Her heart stopped beating in her chest as she stared down at the picture in front of her – a picture of a fourteen year old self. The tears burned the back of her eyes as she realised what this meant – Danielle, the teenager she had so cruelly treated and abandoned – was her daughter, her little Amy. She felt bile rise in her throat as she thought of her awful treatment of this teenager – of her teenager. Never before had she felt so much guilt.

In a blur, she ran down the stairs almost tripping as she did so, stopping immediately as she saw her father, the liar who had ruined everything. The thoughts weren't even being processed in her head as she repeatedly hit her father, throwing punches at his body. Her words, too, jumbled and disorientated as her mind was filled with everything she had said to her precious daughter.

"You lied! You lied! Danielle…she's, she's my baby," Ronnie clasped the locket in a tight fist, desperate not to let it go, as Archie tried to hold her back, his stern eyes once again piercing through Ronnie's body. "I…her baby…she was in pain…and I…I left her," Ronnie struggled to breathe as the reality of what had happened finally hit her.

"Veronica! Just listen to me," Archie snapped at his daughter as she pulled away, the tears falling down her face.

"No!" Ronnie screamed as she opened the door, desperate to run out and find her baby, find her Danielle, "You stay away from me and my daughter, you, just stay away!" she cried before running out of the vic.

Her mind was at a loss at to where her daughter would go; she could feel the stares of the locals on her but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except finding her daughter and making the pain go away, comforting her precious baby. Her whole body was telling her to scream out her daughter's name and then find her and take her in her arms and never let go; it was all she wanted, all she had ever wanted…

She ran around the square searching for her baby, before finally finding her at the park. Everything was a blur; her mind, the images and the thoughts of her daughter, who had so desperately tried to reveal her identity to a adamant Ronnie. Her body froze in shock as she saw her baby in a crumpled mess on the floor, silently screaming for help, and clasping her stomach in agony. Her voice, having no control over it, screamed out to her daughter, "Danielle!"

Danielle could only summon enough energy to look up, but her whole body melted away as she saw Ronnie run towards her, their eyes connected for the first time. A weak smile adorned her face as Ronnie ran over and crouched down beside her. She couldn't take the pain any more, the rejection; she just wanted her mum as she collapsed into Ronnie's outstretched arms.

Ronnie wrapped her arms around Danielle as she felt her daughter fall into them; the tears flowed down both women's faces as they were finally reunited. "Its ok sweetie, I'm here," Ronnie soothed as she placed a kiss on Danielle's head, "I'm so sorry, so so sorry for everything. If I could take it all back I would, I never meant to hurt you – you're my baby,"

Danielle felt herself shake with sobs as she clutched her stomach, desperate not to ruin the moment between her and her longed for mother. "It...it hurts so much Ronnie," she managed between contractions; tightly grabbing on to Ronnie for support.

Ronnie shuddered as Danielle grabbed onto her hand even tighter, unsure of what to do herself. She knew she had to be strong for her daughter but everything was happening so fast, and finding Danielle in pain tore her heart but yet her heart has surged with love at the sight of her beautiful daughter.

"I know sweetie, I know," Ronnie soothed as she brushed the hair out of Danielle's face and supported her daughter as they remained on the woodchips. Ronnie wanted more than anything to just talk with her daughter, really talk to her and get to know her but she knew that this baby – her grandchild – wouldn't wait. Obviously, she didn't want her daughter to give birth in a park, so racked her brain as to the nearest place – the club.

"Danielle," Ronnie whispered as Danielle's sobs subsided, "Do you want to go to the club? Nobody will be around, it will just be me and you and then I can phone an ambulance ok?"

Danielle nodded as she heard Ronnie speak. Only thirty minutes ago, Ronnie had hurt her but now, now she was acting like the mother Danielle craved, the woman she needed to care for her. She was in so much pain and so scared that it didn't matter what was in the past, only that Ronnie was there for her now.

"Can you get up Dani? I'll be here helping you," Ronnie whispered unable to believe that this was actually her daughter, her baby. She was so beautiful, so perfect. Wrapping an arm around Danielle's waist, Ronnie helped her daughter up, who collapsed on Ronnie for support as soon as she was on her feet.

Five minutes later, they had managed to get inside the club, Ronnie breathing a sigh of relief as they did; away from preying eyes, from nosey locals and safe from her father. Danielle hobbled, with Ronnie's help, to a quiet corner full of bean bags and cushions. Aiding her daughter to sit down should have been a natural motherly instinct but it all felt strange to Ronnie, a new experience that she never thought she's do.

As another contraction made its way through Danielle's body, she clasped Ronnie's arm in pain, her eyes desperately darting to Ronnie's as she silently apologized. She felt so stupid, so pathetic that she couldn't even deal with this; millions of women had babies every week – why couldn't she do it?

Ronnie helped Danielle lay down, gently propping her head up on the cushions surrounding them. Brushing her daughter's fringe out of the way, Ronnie stayed by her side whispering soothing words and a thousand apologies. "I'm so sorry Danielle, so sorry," she fought back the tears as Danielle's doe eyes met with her own crystal blue, "He was lying, I should have know, I should have believed you. I should have helped you," She cursed herself for so cruelly dismissing her own daughter.

"You're here now," Danielle breathed, a watery smile across her face. Ronnie beamed back, her heart bursting with pride and love as she saw the most perfect smile she had ever seen. This girl, her little girl, was beyond perfect, she was everything Ronnie had imagined and more, so beautiful, so caring, so considerate.

Danielle let out a pained cry as pain shot through her body once more; Ronnie comforting her daughter and rocking her in her arms. She knew that she couldn't keep this up much longer; Danielle's contractions were getting closer together and her baby needed to be born sooner rather than later.

"Danielle, I just need to get some towels and water ok – I'll only be a few minutes," Ronnie placed another kiss on her daughter's forehead as she felt Danielle's hand tightly hold onto her own.

"No, please don't go, please…please stay," Danielle begged as she tried to block out the pain; she wanted to prove she was the daughter Ronnie wanted, not the one she had rejected and given up. But at this moment in time, the pain was too much, it was unbearable and the comfort Ronnie was given her meant the world to Danielle.

Ronnie agreed, unable to consider leaving her precious baby when she was in this state; she remembered how alone and how much agony she was in when she had her baby, and she wouldn't wish the same on her baby girl – especially not now she had just gotten her back. She searched through her mind, through her thoughts; to find somebody she could ring to help her and her baby daughter. Her mind suddenly clicked as she pulled Danielle in closer, Roxy was on a date with Dr. Al, surely they would be able to help?

"Its ok baby," Ronnie soothed once more as she comforted her baby, "I'm going to ring Roxy ok?"

Danielle nodded once again at her mother's question. She was still in shock at how quickly everything had changed, at how Ronnie had changed and was so different. They had plenty of time to talk but at the moment, everything was perfect – Ronnie was acting perfect, saying the right things and being the mother Danielle had wanted her to be.

As Ronnie dug her phone out and rang Roxy, Danielle managed to calm herself slightly, adjusting herself on the cushions and making herself more comfortable as Ronnie continued to hold Danielle close. Danielle managed to scrap back her hair in her hands as she felt her makeup dripping down her face; she felt disgusting. Ronnie seeing her in this state was her worst nightmare; she always made such an effort, always ran on Ronnie's schedule and made such an effort to make sure Ronnie liked her. But now, looking in the state that she did – and without any effort, Ronnie liked her, she was here holding Danielle's hand when it mattered the most, she was saying the right things, acting right. Doing everything Danielle had wished she had for the past year.

"She'll be 5 minutes ok, sweetie," Ronnie tucked a spare piece of Danielle's hair behind her ear as she tried to take her daughter's mind off the pain, "Do…do you want me to get you anything?"

Danielle shook her head, her eyes looking into Ronnie's once more. "You're so beautiful," Ronnie breathed as her eyes locked with Danielle's, her daughter pulling her eyes away as her checks blushed red. This was all she had wanted, all they had both wanted – to be together and reunited at last. Nothing was going to deny them the happiness they deserved and craved, was it?