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DISCLAIMER: Nothing has changed since chapter 1. I still don't own Gone, as much as I would like to...

7 weeks later

"Bye, mom!" I call, waving to mom and Daniel, who are standing outside of the car, "Bye, Daniel! See you later!"

I can feel their eyes still on me as Caine comes over and kisses me.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." He tells me.

"You saw me last week." I remind him.

"Whatever." He shakes his head, "So your dad's still angry at you."

"Yeah. He was furious about the baby, and he's still annoyed with me choosing mom over him."

"How far are you in, then?" he asks me.

"9 weeks."

"So…how long do you have left?"

"Can't you do the maths, Caine? It's 40 weeks altogether."

"31 weeks then?"

I nod, "That's about right."

"Cool." I yank me suitcase after me, as we go in, and he does the same.

30 weeks and 3 days later

I've been really jumpy lately. My belly is gigantic, and I'm dead protective of the bump. If anyone dared to even touch it, they'd get it from me, and Caine.

All the teachers stare when I walk in, and it's really getting on my nerves.

Caine finds me quickly at lunch.

"How are you doing?" he asks.

"Not great. The baby will not leave me in peace! It's been kicking like crazy all day, and I'm really craving cookies."

"Uh, I can get you cookies, probably."

I groan, "Never mind."

He turns to talk to Drake, and I sit, rubbing my tummy and inwardly complaining to myself.

And then I feel something dribble down my leg. I look down, and gasp. Oh God, no. Not now!

"Shit!" I cry.

Caine turns to face me, "What?"

I gesture to the water running down my legs.

He bites his lip and says, "Go to the toilet Diana."

I give him my most withering look, "Don't be an idiot! Get me to the nurse-now!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

I sigh at his stupidity, "My water's broke, dumbass! I'm having the baby!"

I shout the last sentence, and everyone starts at me.

Then the first lot of contractions come, and I scream in pain.

A teacher runs up, and Caine helps her get me to the nurse.

I lie on a bed, screaming my head off, and squeezing Caine and the nurse's hands off.

"Keep pushing, sweetie." The nurse tells me, "Keep pushing. Come on, you can do it."

I scream. This hurts sooo bad. I am never doing this, ever again.

"I can see the head, honey, your doing good. Breathe, sweetheart, and push!"

I push and push and push, and then I hear crying. The pain starts to ease away, and I lie back, exhausted.

"Are you okay, Diana?" Caine asks, massaging his mangled hand.

"Sorry." I whisper.

"No problem." He bites his lip, looking at the baby.

"She's a girl." The nurse tells me.

I lift my head up about an inch, and smile.

The baby is sniffling a little as the nurse wraps her in a blanket and hands her to me.

I stop being Diana for that second. I stop being a bitchy I-don't-care girl, and, just for a second, I feel like a proper mom.

"She's so small." Caine whispers.

"She's actually a healthy size." The nurse informs him.

She gently lifts the baby out of my arms, to weigh her, and I feel an overwhelming feeling of wanting my little girl back.

The nurse nods, "She's about 7 pounds, which is a perfectly normal weight for a new born."

The nurse brings our daughter back over, and this time Caine gets to hold her.

"What are we going to call her?" he asks, tearing his eyes away from the baby to look at me.

I shrug, "When I was little, I always wanted a baby girl. I used to tell my mom and dad I would call her Annie."

He smiles, "I like Annie."

I turn my head sideways and look at her, "Hi Annie."

Annie and me are supposed to stay in the nurse's room for the rest of the day, so I get to go back to sleep, with Annie beside me.

The next day, I call my mom to tell her the news.

"Hi mom."

"Hey, honey, you doing okay?"

"Well, yesterday was tough, but right now I'm so happy I could freeze time."

I can almost see her jaw drop, "You had the baby?"

"Yes. She's a girl, she's 7 pounds, and we named her Annie."

I hear mom sob, "Oh, Diana. I'm so proud of you!"

A tear rolls down my face.

"I am coming straight up to the school, sweetie, I will see you as soon as possible!"

I hang up with a quick goodbye, and then pull a face at Caine.

"Do I have to call my dad?"

"Yeah." He tells me.

I pass Annie over, and dial dad's number.

"Hello?" It's not dad's voice.

"Who is this?" I demand.

"I'm Miranda Ladris."

I groan, "I have to speak to Kyle Ladris."

"Who is this, exactly?"

"Just get Kyle Ladris on the phone."

I hear the phone being passed over.

"Hello?" Now it's dad.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Diana?"

"I'm your only daughter."

"Shouldn't you be in class, Diana?" he sounds irritated.

"I just thought you should know something."

"What it is?"

"I had the baby."

"You did?" his voice is worried, "Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

I smile at his concern, "We're both fine. She a girl, and she's perfectly healthy. We called her Annie."

Hearing him crying, "I'm coming up to see you Diana. I'll be there soon," surprises me.

"Ok. See you soon."

I turn to Caine "I've got two parents coming. I just hope Dad doesn't bring Miranda and her daughters."

I hold Annie while Caine calls his parents, and both of them fuss about me and the baby being healthy, just like my parents did.

"So, we have four parents coming." I laugh, "I'm just happy it's over."

"Me too. My hand hurts."

I'm pretty sure all our parents must have been speeding to get here so fast.

My mom comes in first, followed by Daniel.

"Diana! How are you?" she gasps when she sees Annie, "Oh my goodness, she is so beautiful! Just like her mommy!"

I let mom hold Annie, and then Daniel.

Then dad gets here, followed by Miranda, Susan and Lynn.

I whisper to the nurse and she nods, "I'm sorry, direct family only. Diana is still very weak from giving birth."

I can tell that Miranda wants to stay and argue, but she nods, reluctantly, and leaves the room.

Dad kisses the top of my head, and hugs me, taking the baby back from mom.

"She looks like you did when you were born, Di. But you were in a hospital, not a school." He laughs.

Caine's parents arrive next, and they both hug him, and then me, cooing over Annie, and telling us what a beautiful name she has.

"Yes," mom agrees, "I remember you naming all of your baby dolls Annie, Diana. It's such a sweet name!"

"She looks like a baby doll." I say.

"She's perfect." Caine's mom tells me.

"I'm sure that the head would let you all stay here for the rest of the day, and maybe Diana should go home and rest for a while before she comes back to school. Having a baby is very difficult, especially for someone as young as her."

"Of course." Dad agrees, "She can come home with me."

Mom looks like she's about to argue, but I say, "Mom, you have to come and stay with us too. I'm going to need help with Annie."

She smiles, "No problem."

"Do you need help getting out to the car, Diana?" Dad asks.

"I think I'm okay. Caine can take Annie."

I find it quite a struggle to get to the car, but I manage, and dad gets Miranda in the back so that Annie and I can sit next to him.

"What's the baby called?" Miranda asks me.

When I ignore her, she repeats her question to dad.

"Annie." He answers.

"Oh! How precious! May I hold her, Diana sweetie?"

I frown, cradling Annie; "I'm not passing my baby in a car."

"Oh. Yes. Right."

When we get home, I notice Miranda and her daughters are all staring at Annie.

"May I see her?" Lynn asks.

I consider. Lynn is about 7.

"Well, sit down, then."

She obeys, and I hand Annie to her, getting her to put her hand under the baby's head.

"She's cute."

"I know."

I stroke Annie's face. Her eyes open and she looks around.

Lynn gives Annie back to me, and then Susan comes over.

"Let me see her."

I glare at her.

"No."

"Oh, go on, Diana." Dad whispers.

"Sorry Dad." I tell him, "I can't help it. Maternal care and stuff."

He bites his lip.

"Lynn can see her because she's never said anything in anyway offensive to me," I say, looking in Susan's direction, pointedly.

"May I hold her, Diana?" Miranda asks again.

I give her a hard look and hug Annie closer, "No."

"Diana." Dad uses his warning tone.

"Annie needs a cot." I say, changing the subject.

"Well, your mother has your old one."

"Well, that's good. Did you bring all that stuff I got for Annie from that baby shower a couple weeks ago?"

"No, it's all back at the school." I sigh.

As if on cue, Mom comes in, Daniel helping her carry my old cot, which I notice is full of baby things.

"Do you want Annie in your room, honey? Because babies tend to keep you up all night." Mom asks.

"Well, I'll try it for one night." I say.

"She can sleep in my room if you want." Miranda suggests.

Mom glares at her "I'll have my granddaughter if Diana needs sleep."

"How about me and you alternate having Annie in our rooms?" I ask.

"Good plan." Mom agrees.

"I'm going to rest." I say, taking Annie up to my room.

Daniel follows me, holding the cot.

"Thanks." I tell him, "Can you hold her for a second?"

He takes Annie, and I empty the cot of all the baby toys and clothes.

"Do you want me to put her in the cot?" Daniel asks.

"I'm going to sleep with her, I think." I say.

I lie on the bed, and Daniel places Annie beside me, gently.

And, as I lie with my little baby, I could not possibly be happier.

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