A/N- Please review this chapter. Also sorry the the typo of Marion's name, I realise it showed as Mario on one of them (lol) i didnt realise, as it didnt show.

1 year later.

"Hi mum, Rachel, look, little Hope is here!" Lindsay held up her daughter to the camera, she had the same smile, her big brown eyes and little tuffs of brown hair. Her little button nose, and tiny chubby fingers. She was healthy, and had a succesful birth. She was now 2 months old, growing up quickly.

"How's the sleep?" Marion asked, smiling at her grandaughter.

"Still the same, comes in minimal amounts, i quite like it thought, Hope here is a right little munchkin, she is my little miracle" Lindsay smiled to herself, she had now found an apartment, after persuasion from Rachel to take the money she was being offered. "With Rachel's money i got Hope a nice little cot now, and painted her room lilac, i think i found a way to get her to sleep, teddy bears. Especially Tibble. Tibble seems to calm her down, almost like Hope understands the sentimental side to Tibble."

"I wonder if she will take after you." Marion wondered, onlooking Lindsay cradle Hope in her arms, smiling down at her. She had a little bib now saying "My Little Miracle"

"She probably would" Lindsay said to the camera, before saying her goodbye's.

2 YEARS ON.

Hope was now 2 years and 2 months old, some would say she was 26 months old, but Lindsay objected.

"So she is now a 26 month old miracle" Marion smiled as she watched Hope dance around, her brunette shoulder length hair sway behind her, spinning in her little white shirt and black cardigan with a little flower on the neckline and black leggings and denim skirt .

"Mum, she is 2 years and 2 months old. Infact i would normally say, my daughter is 2 years old. I've never understood determining age by month, it's annoying!" Lindsay laughed, she continued to watch Hope, smiling at her achievement.

"How are you?" Rachel walked in with 3 mugs of coffee on a small circular tray, careful to avoid Hope who was now jumping up and down.

"I'm good, Hope really helps keep my moods up, I still got that video from when she was about a month of her first birthday and she took her first ever steps, they were tiny steps, but she supported herself with the table, and me"

They sipped their beverage slowly, the temperature outside was freezing, it was around christmas time, they were laughing at the actions Hope was now making, she pulled faces, squinting her eyes and sticking her toungue out as she made a humming noise. She grabbed Tibble off the floor, before holding Tibble by the legs and spinning, her hair flew, and her tiny feet patted against the wooden floor, her skirt lifting the faster she span. She fell to the floor, letting out a small whimper before crying loudly, she was a child, their cries could be heard quite far away.

"Oh, sweetie come here" Lindsay placed her coffee on the table before lifting her daughter up from the floor, she rocked her side to side, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair. Hope was still holding Tibble and was hugging him tightly. "Mummy's got you, you're okay, lets go help that ouchie stop hurting so much" Rachel watched Lindsay, she never knew Lindsay could become so maternal in such a short space of time.

Lindsay carried Hope out the room, presumably to Hope's bedroom, leaving Rachel and Marion alone.

"Emily would've loved looking after Hope, she always cared for her dolls. Most kids either coloured the dolls eyes in and cut their hair then threw them around, other would look after it then get bored. Emily always looked after them." Marion told Rachel, she wiped away a tear as she looked around at what Lindsay had created. Lindsay wasn't broken anymore, Hope had provided Lindsay with something her name stood for.. hope. Lindsay was now stronger, she didn't cut anymore, she always called Rachel whenever was a problem and sometimes occasionally Marion. She now also had a therapist come over every week to talk, so Lindsay could try to end the nightmares and flashbacks.

"My ouchie gone now" Hope skipped into the room, before lifting her pink shoe off the floor. "This is my shoe!" She enthused, parading them around the room.

"What colour are they?" Lindsay asked her daughter, who was still showing Marion and Rachel her shoe.

"And these are my shoes!" Hope grabbed the other shoe, holding the pair up to the sky.

"What colour are they?" Lindsay asked once again, smiling at her daughter. Who had a huge fascination with shoes.

"They're pink!" Hope replied, examining her shoes further.

"Are they new?" Lindsay asked Hope, glancing to her mother and headteacher she saw Rachel and Marion smiling uncontrollably, laughing at Hope and her personality.

"Yeah!" Hope smiled, before grabbing a piece of paper from her dolls house, Lindsay knew what it was, as she had helped Hope write it.

"Are we going to post that today?" Lindsay asked her.

"No" Hope replied innocently shaking her head letting her hair fly freely, her big brown eyes gazing into her mothers, before Lindsay corrected her, Lindsay went into the kitchen before grabbing a bag of ballons.

"We were gonna put the letter in a balloon, then let the balloon go, that way Hope could say what she wanted to say to Emily." Lindsay explained, she wanted to make sure Hope knew Emily, her apartment was filled with photos and old certificates from Em, she wanted to keep her memory alive, overtime, Hope began to ask questions about who the girl was, Lindsay told her about Emily, and Hope began to love her, even though she never had and never would know her.

"That's beautiful, looking forward to it Hope?" Marion asked her grandaughter, who nodded eargerly in reply.

"That's a very big present! Santa must've bringed all these toys!" Hope shouted, she was innocent, and adorable, Lindsay then began to talk about how well Hope was doing at her play group, she was quite good at english, even though she would sometimes mix up words, such as bringed instead of brought, etc.

"He only comes for the good childre, remember mummy can tell Santa otherwise! You still have to be good" Lindsay told Hope, Hope sighed in reply, before running up to Rachel, Tibble in her hand once more, she flung her arms around Rachels neck, as Rachel lifted her.

"You've grown a lot haven't you?"

"Yeah, look how tall i am!" Hope detatched herself from Rachel, grabbing her hand to show her the growth chart Lindsay had created.

"I never got one, well, mum had started one, but then there was what dad did.. so, it ended. Emily's one finished when she was like 7 or 8 years old, i was 11." Lindsay explained, every now and then things would take her back to the life she never ever wanted Hope to have.

"Hope, how about you stay with Nanny Marion? I'm going to talk with aunty Rachel" Lindsay wanted to make sure Rachel was part of this, that Hope always knew she had somebody. She knew how hard it was for someone to go to their parents for help, so Rachel was avaliable. Rachel smiled at the title Lindsay had given her, it was slightly confusing, but either way it worked.

Rachel and Lindsay made their way to Lindsay's bedroom, passing Hope's room, which was filled with toys and decor, a little low bed replaced the cot, with a dark purple quilt and illustrated with a princess.

They walked into her room, a double bed, the theme was black and white, quite sophisticated, photo frames were spotted around the room, mostly of Hope and Em.

"It sounds stupid, but there is this really nice boy.. he is great, trustworthy and nice. He gets on brilliant with Hope, but i'm scared to fully let him in our lives, what if he hurts Hope? Tony was secretive, nobody knew what he did to me, not until i admitted it. Hope might never admit it if it happened to her, i'm scared. It sounds stupid i know." Lindsay told Rachel, staring at the floor, waiting for Rachel's reply.

"That's okay, Lindsay, it's not stupid at all, its normal in a situation like this, i know it's hard, but trust me, not all boys are like your dad. I think you should tell him about what happened, if he is your friend, he won't judge. He will understand. If you let him live with you, if it becomes something more, and you get uncomfortable you have every right to say no, you can ask him to leave. If you think Hope is in danger, remove him, and ask Hope small questions. Not that you would need to, listen, if you like him, try to overcome your fear of this, but at the same time keep that barrier up."

Hope ran into the room, a red balloon in her hand, she had her mittens on, and a white puffy coat with her furry boots.

"Can we let go now?" Hope asked, Lindsay smiled, lifting up her daughter they walked outside. They all watched as Lindsay put Hope over her shoulders, they did a countdown.

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Hope let go of the balloon, they all cheered as the balloon floated into the distance, Hope's letter was free. "Do you think Em will get?" Hope asked her mum.

"Sure she will. I know she will" Lindsay smiled, as Hope waved the balloon goodbye.

A/N- Please review, any advice would be appreciated, i decided to move the timeline on so quickly as i thought it would be more interesting if Hope was a little older, i'm also suffering writers block, please give me some ideas? Okay, i just thought of one. Don't worry! Still would like some though :)