A/N- this is a flashback chapter and its a little short~

Cat's Cradle

Chapter Nine

birth

"Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers."
― May Sarton

October Thirty First, 2011

~Caterina POV~

I remember when my water broke.I was sitting at the piano in my living room being tempted to play it, and to the song I played I felt the liquid fall down my legs. I didn't react at first, I was terrified and not prepared at all. Truth is I had I been loathing that day since day one. For obvious reasons that I'm sure all mothers who've experienced child birth can relate to, and I just, I didn't think I was ready to see my baby. To see what the worst time in my life created, to see him again.

After about three minutes I started to feel a sharp pain, and that is when I realized this was really happening. My parents rushed me to the hospital, but we got stuck in traffic so it took about ten minutes to get there.

I just wanted to get there, it hurt so much! The pain was like having your insides twisted, pulled, and squeezed all at the same time. If I tried to fight it, the pain became worse. I couldn't bare it any longer. I remember crying and begging them to go faster even though I know they had no control over what was going on outside.

My contractions were the worst part. The pain was so intense, that during one I nearly zoned out completely trying to distract myself. In those couple of seconds, I had imaged myself on a beach but I wasn't alone and that's when I felt Tyler take my hand, and I knew I would make it through this. When we finally got there, the doctor said I was only five centimeters dilated, and later I nearly cried when the epidural lady came to save me.

I was in labor for eighteen whole I was younger I always thought that when you're going to have a kid you just go to the hospital and you push, but it's never that simple. You have to be ten centimeters, sometimes you can't receive an epidural, it hurts a millions times worse than people describe, and your baby takes it sweet old time.

That's exactly what Taylor did. My doctor feared she would to do an emergency c section, because no matter how hard I pushed she just wasn't coming out. The last thing I wanted was a c-section.

Then at 1:00 am on the dot, November First, my baby girl Taylor Eliza Valentine was pounds seven ounces, and she was so pink. I cried. In that one moment that I saw her suddenly it was all worth it. All the pain I had ever gone through was worth it.

And when the nurse handed her to me wrapped in her little pink blanket I couldn't stop my tears from falling even was so beautiful, and she was mine. I couldn't believe I was holding my baby, my precious baby. I was overwhelmed with emotions. I felt so adoration and so much love for her immediately. I was so amazed by her, how perfect she was, and I couldn't believe she had been inside me all that time.

She was my blood, my bones, she was me. She had Lanes everything though. His eyes,chin, cheeks and his almond skin, except she was pure and bright. She stood for everything he didn't.

She had little brown curls at the top of her head, and she was just so small and fragile. I was going to protect her always, with my life.

Taylor Eliza I replied, when the nurse asked me for her name, for my beloved brother. When my parents came in, my mother cried when I told her my babies name. I think she finally understood that everything was just an accident, and that I truly loved him as much as they did. I still do.

Jade, Beck, Andre, Tori and Trina come later bearing gifts and they all take pictures with Taylor, and I was just so happy. They loved her, they accepted her. I wished Robbie was there, but I wouldn't have come if I were him either.I told him to leave me, even though I know I needed him still. I will always need him.

And then Taylor yawns, and this overwhelming feels dawns over me. I was never going to put her down, she was going to stay in arms forever.

But I started to think about what led to Taylor, and everything I went through. The rape, the aftermath. Would I really be able to raise a child I had with my rapists? What if I relapse and I scare her. She shouldn't have to see me that way.

Maybe she's a sign, and maybe she's not. All I know is that she's my warrant, and if she's not the word of God, then God never spoke.

A/N- it's a little short, but yeah that's the birth of taylor, and the next chapter will be way longer! Thanks so much for getting this story to 101 reviews! It means SO much to me, I just get this overwhelming feeling of joy whenever I hit 100. Cat, Interrupted currently has 256 reviews so lets see if we can go higher than that. ;)

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