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A woman sat in the hospital bed with her best friend in the chair beside her. The red head smiled at her friend tiredly. She was worn out after having a baby not too long ago. The baby was sleeping soundly in the blonde's arms. The room was too white for the new mother's liking. It seemed too clean for comfort. She liked cleanliness, but she hated when rooms had that hospital smell. She should have gone to that birthing center instead of the hospital. It was too late now, though. If she ever had another baby, she'd definitely choose a birthing center. She was too paranoid, thinking that something would go wrong when she had nothing but a healthy pregnancy. "Cassie, I think he likes you," Jessie said sweetly.

"Why wouldn't he?" Cassidy said gently and rocked the baby back and forth slowly. She didn't really like hospital rooms either, but the only scent she smelled was that cute little baby smell that's indescribable, but babies had that smell about them. "Do you think James is mad because I was in the room, too?" Cassidy asked, concerned for her friend. "I heard that guys don't like that too much."

"I don't think he really cared," Jessie said truthfully. "And besides, even if he did care I'd tell him to suck it up because he wasn't the one that was pushing out the kid."

"Jessie, it was a big moment for him too, you know," Cassidy pointed out.

"Cass, what happened this morning was the worst pain I've ever been in," Jessie said.

"Oh please, you were drugged up for most of it," Cassidy said. Jessie had screamed for an epidural the moment she arrived in the hospital. The second she could get one, the doctors gave her one that second. She had been pretty demanding for the ten hours she had been in labor.

"Next time you can be the one pushing out the baby and see how you like it," Jessie said. Cassidy remained silent. "Sorry," she apologized. She didn't mean to bring up that sensitive subject.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Cassidy said and paid more attention to the baby boy she was holding. "That was so cute how happy Meowth was when you and James announced you named him Dylan."

"Yeah, I guess it was," Jessie agreed. She went along with Cassidy's attempt to change the subject. She knew she shouldn't have said that. Sometimes, she forgot. Cassidy wished that Jessie hadn't been exposed to her when she was younger sometimes. Jessie had empathy for her, but she treated Cassidy too normally, as if nothing was wrong with her. Cassidy knew there was something wrong with her brain, or her body. It was one of the two, but Jessie insisted she just had something as simple as a birth defect. It was hard for Jessie to realize that it was more than a birth defect, mainly because she didn't live with it, and she thought it was normal, like half the people were like Cassidy. "It's better than what James wanted to name him. Can you imagine calling him Jimmy Jr. for the rest of our lives? I couldn't, and besides, Meowth wanted Dylan more than I did, so I figured why not," Jessie explained.

"Dylan James Morgan flows very well," Cassidy approved.

"Glad you think so," Jessie said. "I couldn't get him to drop the James thing, though. He wanted his name in there somewhere. Men are just fucking weird."

"You said it. And all they want is sex," Cassidy said and rolled her eyes. "Shoot, we shouldn't be talking like this in front of baby Dylan." Cassidy became worried.

"Shoot? Really, Cassidy? Calm down, he won't remember this day no matter how hard he tries," Jessie reminded her. "He wasn't even born yesterday."

"Yeah but still," Cassidy replied. "I don't feel comfortable talking about it in front of him."

"He's sleeping," Jessie sighed. "Here, give him to me." Cassidy carefully handed Dylan to Jessie. She cradled him in her arms. "See? He's sleeping," she said as she put him in his own baby hospital bed with the plastic around it. Or was it glass? Jessie didn't really care to find out. She leaned back in her bed, still exhausted from hours before. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

"You're tired. I'll come back later," Cassidy said and went to get up. She was stopped by Jessie who grabbed her arm gently.

"We're not done talking," Jessie said. "Sit; make yourself as comfortable as you can in that plastic chair." Cassidy obeyed, not wanting to ruin this day for Jessie. "Now, what did we leave off on? Oh yeah, you said something about men always wanting sex. That is true. I won't disagree with that. But sometimes I think I want sex more than James does. He's a romantic, so he tries to make those nights when we do it special. It's nice and all, but sometimes I just want to have sex, not make love, but just some hot, dirty, sex," Jessie explained, making the whole atmosphere for Cassidy uncomfortable. "I'm probably making this uncomfortable for you, huh?"

"Considering there's a sleeping baby in the room, yes. And I don't need to know about your sex fetishes."

"It's not a fetish, Cassidy," Jessie said. "More of a preference. I'm not one of those freaks who get off on rubbing someone's sweaty foot all over myself."

"I don't even want to know how Dylan's going to turn out," Cassidy sighed. "If he keeps hearing you talking like this, he's going to get a girl knocked up when he's fourteen."

"Not true," Jessie piped up. "What if he's gay? There's that possibility."

"Why are we talking about your newborn's future sexuality?"

"Because it's making you squirm," Jessie laughed. "Come on, Cass. He's just a baby. You're acting more like his mother than I am."

"I don't think the drugs wore off yet," Cassidy muttered.

"Whatever," Jessie said. "Anyway, what do you like?"

"What do you mean?"

"When it comes to sex. Do you like it dirty like me, or full of sappy romance like James?"

"Jessie, you know I can't answer that," Cassidy sighed. "At least not yet."

"Could you be a dear and grab my purse? It's over there from when I threw it at James before," Jessie pointed across the room.

"You are so strange," Cassidy rolled her eyes. Jessie knew this was a sensitive subject for her, and she didn't particularly like admitting her lack of intimacy whereas her best friend could talk about it openly. She got up and grabbed Jessie's small purse off of the floor. She remembered how James had told her she literally made him turn around to go get it when she was in labor and he had been driving her to the hospital. "Here," Cassidy said and tossed it carelessly on the bed.

"Anyway," Jessie ignored the glare Cassidy was sending her as she spoke. "Pretty soon you'll be able to talk about your new sex life with me." She reached for her purse and took out her checkbook and a pen. She opened it and began writing on it, making out a check to someone. She ripped it off, but kept it hidden from Cassidy's view so she couldn't see what she was doing. "I had been doing some research about male to female surgery, you know, the one you need to correct that birth defect of yours. And what I found was that the average cost is somewhere around twenty thousand dollars, more like twenty two thousand I think." Cassidy looked at Jessie confused.

"Why would you research that? You could have just asked me. I've been looking that stuff up for a long time," Cassidy replied.

"I'm getting to that," Jessie said. "Just listen. I looked up how you can get transferred to a hotel from a hospital and have a caretaker, or just stay in the hospital. I didn't look up those prices because I'm assuming that it varies."

"What are you getting at?"

"Just listen to me rant first. I like the sound of my voice," Jessie smiled at her. She was sounding tired and a little weak from the day's events, but Cassidy let the girl talk. "And then there were the times you gave me clothes, made sure I didn't starve to death, and made sure I was okay when I was little. Remember those days in Celadon? What I'm trying to say is with this," she said as she handed the check to Cassidy, "You'll be able to have your surgery without taking money out of your own pocket and you can finally tell me what kind of sex you like. And if there's leftover cash, do whatever you want with it. But you have to promise me that the money will be used primarily for your surgery and all the hospital expenses."

"Jessie, this is forty thousand dollars!" Cassidy exclaimed. "I can't accept this."

"You can and you're gonna like it," Jessie said. "That money's part of the amount Giovanni gave me. I don't want it, and I certainly don't need it."

"But Jessie, you do need this. You can't live with Delia and Ash forever," Cassidy said.

"I already talked to them about this. Besides, my mom has been sending me tons of money lately, so we'll be out of her house soon," Jessie explained.

"I didn't know your mother was sending you money."

"Now you know," Jessie smiled. "Next time you're going to be the one sitting here in a hospital bed, not me."

"Thank you so much," Cassidy said and brought Jessie into a hug. She cried, but because she was happy. She was finally going to get what she had always wanted, and she'd end that whole physical problem. She'd finally be able to make love to Butch. "I'm finally going to be normal."

"Cassidy, I'm going to have to disagree with you on that."

"Huh?" She was confused.

"I think you're more normal than I am, that's for sure. But promise me you'll never be normal. Normal's boring."

"Whatever you say, Jessie," Cassidy said, not wanting to start an argument.

"Get ready to do a lot of babysitting, Cass because we both know I am not the motherly type," Jessie said.

"You will be," Cassidy said and brought Jessie into another hug, but a tighter one this time. She was so happy, words couldn't express it. Her nightmare would never happen again. The cafeteria incident would be in the past forever. No one could ever do that to her again, and she'd be able to wear bikinis and tighter clothes without having to worry about her defect. Cassidy could finally feel more confident with her body, and what she'd see would be what she wanted. Jessie would be starting her family with James, Dylan, and Meowth while Cassidy would be forming an even better relationship with Butch.

"Cassie, I'm tired," Jessie yawned and fell back to the pillows on the bed.

"I'll let you and Dylan sleep then," Cassidy said and went to get up, but she was stopped again.

"Please stay with me, at least until I fall asleep," Jessie said, her eyes closed. She could barely keep them open. "I don't like hospitals."

"Okay, Jessie. I'll stay with you," Cassidy said. Before she knew it, she too fell asleep.

"Cassie?" a six year old Jessie asked as she went to go to bed in Cassidy's. She hadn't slept at all the night before because she had been afraid to go to sleep, so now she was exhausted.

"What is it, Jessie?" Cassidy asked as she crawled into bed. She had just taken care of Jessie's bruises that were scattered about her body.

"When I'm a mommy, will I hurt my baby?" she asked her, big blue eyes staring up at her.

"No, you won't, Jessie," Cassidy assured her as she rubbed her little back. That usually seemed to calm Jessie down a little.

"Cassie?"

"Hmm?"

"Will we always be bestest friends?" Jessie asked her, eyes closing.

"Of course we will," Cassidy said and she was actually the one to fall asleep first.

"Good because when we get old, I'm gonna pay you back," Jessie vowed to herself and finally drifted off to a peaceful slumber.

Hope you guys liked the story! I might write some oneshots based on this. Thanks to everyone who reviewed :)