Drama. I love me some drama. :)

Emily's POV

If I remember correctly, he said "behind me 100 percent", correct?

"Chad," I groaned again.

"Mmm," was all I got before he rolled over.

"Please go change her diaper, baby. I haven't slept in days."

I knew I should have got this stuff in writing.

"I have to open the shop early."

"I have to go all day without passing out! Please, baby? All she needs is a diaper change."

"Emmmmmm," he replied, whiney.

I sighed. "Forget it." I threw the covers off me and stormed into Charlotte's room.

I picked her up gingerly, her shrieking filling my ears, but I didn't care. She calmed down a bit once I touched her.

"Shhhh. That's right. Mommy's here." I laid her down on the small table to change her diaper.

She fussed a bit. "That's right, isn't it? Your daddy hasn't come to see you any at night, has he?"

She stared at me blankly as I ranted out my anger to her while I changed her diaper. But soon she started fussing again, so I went back to my usual humming to her softly. She seemed to like this, since she was giggling. Well, until I noticed she wasn't actually looking at me. I turned around and BAM. Chad.

I jumped and threw my hand over my heart. "Chad, don't do that."

"Sorry," he replied groggily. "I just came to help."

"Too late." I turned back around and picked Charlotte back up.

"Here, I'll get her back to sleep."

Chad's POV

I didn't exactly feel better about sleeping all night when I looked at her. Her eyes were dark and puffy, the golden sparkles worn down to a dull sheen.

"No, I've got it. Just go back to bed, Chad," she replied, apparently annoyed.

I bit my lip. It ws going to take a lot to get back in her good graces. "You need it more than I do." I reached over and picked up Charlie (my nickname for her). Emily looked at me blankly. "I can handle it."

She continued to give me a blank look.

"Really," I assured her.

"Rock her for a few minutes. She should go right back to sleep," she said sternly.

I nodded quickly, and she walked out the door. I sighed softly and sat in the rocking chair, Charlotte curled up in my arms. "Okay, Charlie. You got to go to sleep, or Mommy's gonna skin me alive," I said quietly.

She giggled softly. "Oh you think that's funny? Well it's not. Daddy doesn't want to die." I laughed softly and began to rock her.

I watched her as her eyelids slowly got heavier, and I began to feel worse about abandoning the night duties. Emily did this all night long, then got up and did it all over again all day. I'll start taking some of the night responsibilties.

I felt my own eyelids start to get heavy. Next thing I knew...I was out.

Emily's POV

I leaned in the doorway to Charlotte's room, where Chad sat in the rocking chair, snoring and Charlotte was curled up in his arms, quiet but awake.

I laughed softly and crossed the room to pick her up gently. I was careful not to wake Chad. "I told Daddy to rock you to sleep, not vice versa," I whispered to Charlotte.

She soon fell asleep once I placed her in her crib.

I focused back on Chad, still sound asleep in the rocking chair. His head was tilted to the side, and it slipped ever so slightly, waking him with a start. "Hmm. Charlie? CH--"

"Shhh. I already put her to bed. Don't wake her up," I said quietly. I ushered him out of the room.

"I'm really sorry, Em. I didn't mean to make you get up and get her. I didn't mean to go to sleep either, it just happened. And, oh gosh, I'm just really sorry--"

"Chad, baby. Calm down." I laughed softly. "I woke up and saw you weren't in bed, so I went in there to check on you. Charlotte was just laying there. She wasn't crying or anything."

"Oh. Okay," he said quietly. He looked at me. "I'm sorry I haven't been a good dad."

"What are you talking about, Chad? You've been a great father."

"But I haven't taken care of her at night or anything."

"You've done what you could during the day though. It's not like you don't help at all."

He sighed. "I guess you're right." He pulled me close. "I'm going to do better though, I promise."

I should get that in writing this time. Like seriously.

Was that the doorbell? No way, it can't be the doorbell. It's like 8:30 in the morning. I rolled out of bed, checked on Charlotte right quick and went down to answer the door.

"Hell...o." Oh my God.

It's my mother.

Here.

In my house. Well at my door, but she's gonna want to come in the house.

...Shit.

"Laura?"

"For heaven's sakes, Emily, call me 'mom' for once in your life." She walked in throwing her coat and amazingly large bag on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still shocked.

"Didn't you have your...child?" She looked me up and down. "Or maybe not."

I willed my eyes not to glare at her. "Yes, I had my baby. A girl actually."

"Oh! Did you name her Laura?!"

"Now why on Earth would I want to corrupt my child into being a selfish bitch before she even knows who I am?"

"EMILY."

"Well how do you expect me to treat you? The way you just barge in and talk to me like I'm trash. I'M YOUR DAUGHTER."

"And I've been trying to be your mother since I came back over 10 years ago, but you never listened."

"You left Dad! You criticized my boyfriend-now-husband! And now...LOOK AT YOU! You're not my mom. My mom didn't act like this."

"I'm the same person, Emily. Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous! I'm telling the truth and you can't handle it!"

"Emily..."

"I AM TELLING THE TRUTH."

"Emily, there's something..."

"And you just can't believe that you're a different person! Well you are!"

"Emily, I have cancer," she said abruptly.

I froze. I felt my heart plummet straight down into my stomach. She didn't say that. Or...she was just joking. She only said it to shut me up, right?

"Wh-what?"

"I came here to tell you..." she sighed, "that I have breast cancer."

"N-no, you don't."

"Emily..."

"You don't! You can't!"

"The doctors don't know if they caught it in time..."

"You don't have cancer," I said firmly.

"Em, I might not be around much longer."

"You'll be around forever!" Unfortunately.

"I came to say I'm sorry."

I looked at her, tears streaming down my face just as they were streaming down hers.

"I know I should have been a better mother. I probably shouldn't have even married your father in the first place. I was unhappy, and once I left him, I started getting happy. Well, until I saw you. You broke my heart, Em. My own daughter wasn't claiming me anymore."

I bit my lip, feeling bad about it for the first time ever.

"And I know you had every right to be mad at me. I just...I missed out on a lot with you. And I regret that. I mean, look at you. You're married...with a baby!"

I smiled softly through my tears.

She sighed shakily before continuing, "And now it's too late."

"It's not too late. You can still be here for Charlotte. You will be."

"Is that her name?"

I nodded. "You wanna see her? I think she's awake."

"Oh, could I?"

"Of course...Mom." I smiled softly.

Her arms wrapped around me and she hugged me tight. I led her upstairs to her granddaughter's room.

I finally got my mom back.

So sad. -.-

BUT, I've already written the prologue for the sequel. (I had to get it out of my system.)

And I was bored, so the first seven chapters are semi-planned out.

This sequel's going to be the best story so far. Like, it BEATS Give It A Second Chance.

Before that, however, I need you to tell me what you think of this chapter and wether or not you want this to be the last chapter of Wreck. Tell me whatcha think!