One week later, Sally was bringing all the foster kids to the ACS building for meetings with their social workers.
Isabella was brought to Annie's office, and she sat in the chair in front of the desk, and waited.
Five minutes later, the door opened, and Annie stepped in, smiling. "Hello, Bella. I have someone with me today that wants to talk to you." She said, then stood back.
Olivia walked in, and Isabella's mouth dropped open.
"Bella, this is Detective Olivia Benson. This is your birth mom, as I've been told you know. She wants to speak with you. Is that ok?" Annie asked.
Bella nodded slowly, and so Annie smiled, and stepped out, "I'll be back in ten minutes."
"The last time I saw you, with the exception of last week, was the day you were born," Olivia said softly, a period of time after Annie left.
"Which was the worse day of your life?" Bella asked, looking anywhere but Olivia, her voice breaking. Olivia sunk in to the chair beside Bella, after moving it to face her.
"Far from, actually." Olivia said softly. "Well part of it was the worse. Part of that day was when I made the worse decision of my life. The minute Annie walked away with you…that was the worse moment of my life. But before that…the minute I saw your face…the minute I held you in my arms, Isabella…that was the best day of my life. Since that minute they took you from me, my life has felt…so empty." Olivia told her, tears in her eyes.
"T-then w-w-why'd you l-let them take me?" Bella, now in tears, sobbed out.
"Because my mother had me convinced you'd be better off." Olivia admitted, looking down, ashamed of herself. "I wasn't strong then, Isabella. My mother had all the control over me she wanted. I have a past…a past that's not pretty. But that's a story for another time…I just want to let you know I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I'm so sorry, for making you think I didn't care. I've thought about you every day since the day you left my arms. I started loving you the minute I found out I was pregnant, and I've never stopped."
Both of them were in tears at that point, but Isabella pushed herself forward, out of her chair, and wound up in Olivia's arms.
Olivia slowly wrapped her arms around her tight, and lifted her to her lap, slowly rocking her back and fourth. She had no idea what she was doing…but this is what her mother never had done.
Her mother had never held her while she cried.
Her mother had never rocked her, never tried to help her heal the hurt.
Her mother had never been there for Olivia the way a mother should.
And as Olivia held her daughter, she silently vowed, that she'd be able to be the mother she herself hadn't had to this child.
Her child.
Her baby.
AN: Again, sorry it's a short chapter. Hopefully you're all happy with it! But, it's not gunna be all easy...she just cant get her back. Who knows how easy, or how hard it'll be?
Well...I do, but that's beside the point.
And oh my gosh, guys, thanks SO much for all the reviews. I logged on to my email after school and I was blown away with the amount of review alerts, and favorite author alerts, and subscription alerts. This means SO much to me, I'm so glad you like this!
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