It was all happening so fast. Everything seemed like it was happening at the same time, that Brittany couldn't even focus on a single thing. Her heart started to race; she felt dizzy and she felt like she was on the verge of throwing up. Not because of any sickness that she was feeling, but because she was feeling so damn anxious. Her emotions were on a roller coaster. She desperately wanted to feel happy and excited, but she was on the verge of tears. She wasn't sure if it was from stress, sadness, anxiousness or whatever else there was, but Brittany knew it was a boiling pot of everything.

The nurses and doctor started moving around her while setting up loud equipment, and before Brittany even knew it, the doctor walked over to her side and started talking to her. The words were such a blur, that Brittany could barely understand what he was saying. She didn't realize that she was just staring at the doctor, as if the words flew past her head, until he spoke up again.

"I-I'm sorry, what?" asked Brittany.

"Your contractions. How far apart are they?" asked the doctor.

"Um, I don't know. I haven't felt one in a while, so 10 minutes maybe?" said Brittany.

"Okay, that's good to hear. Your contractions are very mild at the moment, but once your body starts to go into labor, you will start to feel them every 5 or so minutes," said the doctor. "But let's try and get your baby out before they get any worse."

Those words made Brittany want to faint. It was so surreal, so unbelievably terrifying. To think, at the end of today, she will be a mom. To think, in a few minutes or hours from now, she will be holding a baby in her arms - her baby, a baby that she made, a baby that grew inside of her for 9 whole months. She was so nervous; of labor, of meeting the baby, of the damn future. She was heartbroken and exhilarated at the same time, that everything around her felt like it was slowly turning into a vivid dream, one that she couldn't wake herself up from. She felt like she has been pregnant for ages, because so much has happened since then. It was insane how all of it was ending today.

"Are you ready, Brittany?" asked one of the nurses. They flicked on a switch, and the lights around the room became brighter.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and rip her hair out because no, she was not ready at all, but she had no other choice. "Y-Yes, I think so," she lied.

It was crazy to think how all of this started.

"Okay, good. Now, I know you're nervous, especially as a first-time mom, but just relax, and when you're ready, I need you to take a deep breath..."

It was crazy to think how all this started with one stupid, drunken night.

"...and push."

...

Everyone knew who she was. Everyone wanted to be her; she was just that popular, the queen bee. She lived for parties and was always the life and center of attention everywhere she went, so it was no surprise that Brittany was on her way to yet another party tonight. This was her third party of the week, but that didn't stop her. She was invited to every single one in town. She wasn't even sure who was throwing the party, but it was guaranteed to be a fun, crazy night with all her friends and that was all that mattered.

The moment she walked in, no one could stop looking at her. Oh well, she was used to it anyway, and it made her ego jump through the roof. She was ready to party like fucking crazy, as usual. She just loved the feeling of the loud music coursing through her body, as her body slowly slipped away from sobriety, as she danced and hung out with her friends and lived without a care in the world.

She had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 3 years, Kyle, and instead of being a sad, depressed bitch who locked herself in her bedroom eating her feelings away, Brittany decided to rebound by being the most fun and carefree person she has ever been. And who knows? Maybe she might bump into a cute guy at the party, but she wanted to take a break from relationships for a while. Until she finds a boy who can handle her, she just wanted to party, be wild and be free. There ain't no boy that will ever be able to tie her down, and she was going to make sure she wasn't going to fall in love for a long, long time.

30 minutes had only passed since she had entered the party, and she could already start to feel the booze overtake her mind and body. Every time she drank, it was either go big or go home. She would either drink at a moderate pace and become slightly buzzed before the end of the night, or drink everything in sight within the first moments of her being there. Tonight was definitely the latter, and her bladder couldn't hold anymore liquid.

"Hold my drink, I needa go to the bathroom," Brittany's voice slurred as she shoved her drink into her friend's hand.

Her friend, Erin, looked at Brittany and noticed how she was trying keep her balance. "Want one of us to go with you? You've had a bit too much to drink, Britt."

But Brittany, being the stubborn brat that she was, decided to ignore her friend before stumbling through the house, bumping into the walls and various people, before making the mistake of walking past the living room. The moment she saw him, with his stupid fucking gold eyes, that stupid smirk, and the stupid way his hair would point in every direction, she felt her blood begin to boil.

Alvin Seville, someone she has known for pretty much her entire life, someone she used to be good friends with until he became popular back in high school, where he turned into a fucking jerk that partied every weekend and hung out with people who he only considered worthy enough to be his friend. The popularity got to his head, and now he was nothing more than a self obsessed piece of shit who had the reputation of drinking uncontrollably, partying uncontrollably, and someone who got laid almost every single night.

And Brittany hated him more than anything.

He was currently on the couch, making out with two different girls while holding a beer in his hand, and that was the most Alvin-esque thing Brittany has ever seen. This was typical, stupid behavior coming from him. Usually, Brittany would ignore it because she honestly didn't give a fuck, but she was drunk as hell, and Brittany despised him, and she couldn't hold herself back.

"Do you guys see that? What a sleaze!" she yelled.

"We thought you don't talk to Alvin anymore," said Erin.

"I don't, but would you look at that? That's fucking disgusting. I mean, how desperate can you be? God, I hope he catches every disease on the planet!" Brittany fired.

"Brittany, why does it even matter to you?" asked her friend, Amanda. "We thought you hated Alvin."

"I do, I do hate him," she said, and she tasted the bitter taste of tequila on her tongue.

She was becoming drunker by the second, that she didn't even realize that she was now storming over to where Alvin was sitting, before pulling one of the girls by the hair, making her pull away from Alvin. Her friends watched in horror when they realized what Brittany was getting herself into. Because knowing Brittany, and also knowing Alvin, things were about to get messy.

The girl that he was kissing screamed before falling to the floor. Alvin, however, looked up and met the sour face of his former friend, giving her that stupid smirk that she hated so damn much. "Brittany Miller, here to see the show?" he taunted.

"You're such a pig, Seville. Go to hell, and take you and your stupid whores with you!" she yelled, before turning around and going back to her friends. But her anger was boiling up even more, and her hatred for Alvin was only increasing, that she went back to where he was once more, and decided to throw her drink at Alvin, drenching him a mixture of tequila and beer.

"The fuck is your problem, Brittany? Can't you be a bitch somewhere else?" he yelled at her.

Brittany laughed before throwing the cup at him. "Yeah, but I choose not to," she said, before turning around and walking away. And that was that, she already picked a fight with Alvin, got on his nerves, and that satisfied her. Now all she wanted to do was enjoy the rest of the night and ignore Alvin Seville for the rest of the night.

If she only knew how wrong she would be.

As the night progressed, the more intoxicated and delirious the two of them became. Brittany soon found herself on the floor of a random bathroom, where a mysterious guy walked in moments later. The two of them were a drink away from blacking out, that the moment they felt each other's lips and bodies against the other's, they wanted more. Whatever drunken heat was shared between them, it was a hell of a lot better than a sip of booze. Their activities moved into an empty bedroom; they were so drunk that their minds and bodies didn't allow them to realize that they were hooking up with each other, their own worst enemy. Little did they know that this night would change their fucking lives forever, all because of their damn rivalry, clashing egos, and a stupid, drunken night.

...

Holy shit, it hurts.

It fucking hurts.

At first, she didn't know how the hell to start, but after another contraction or two, it was as if all she ever knew how to do is push. She knew childbirth would be the scariest part, but she didn't realize how painful and emotionally exhausting it was. She has now been pushing for at least 10 minutes, but she felt like she was going to pass out at how breathless she was. She breathed in sharply as she felt her stomach curl, and she closed her eyes shut when she felt the pain swish back and forth, sending a horrible cramp up her spine. She breathed in again; the agony was so raw, that it made her feel sick.

The contractions now came even quicker, about two to three minutes apart. They felt worse as they came; deep stabs that pushed into her small, fragile body. It was intolerable, that when she finally opened her eyes back up, they were filled with salty tears. The florescent lights from above felt like they were burning her eyes out of her body.

Another contraction came, then another. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, but she kept pushing. Goddamn, how do some women have more than one child? She couldn't imagine going through this a second or third time; she would rather die. She couldn't stand this pain at all.

"Deep breaths, Brittany," said the doctor.

But those deep breaths came out as short and breathless gasps. She couldn't believe she was going through this alone right now, and it broke her heart so much that her chest began to physically ache. She felt so lost, that she felt sorry for herself. It was a heartbreaking reality, and she has never felt so alone and lost in her life.

A sudden lurch of pain exploded in Brittany's abdomen, causing her to gasp out loud. She bit down on her lip so hard, that she swore she tasted her own blood.

"Hang in there, Brittany," said the nurse.

"It hurts," she cried. A sharp throbbing pain appeared out of nowhere and into her lower leg region. "Just get this baby out already, please!"

"We will, sweetie. You just need to push a little harder," encouraged the nurse. "You are doing incredibly well so far."

But Brittany didn't want to believe her. She felt weak. She felt drained. Her body felt like it was being drowned in acid. If being in this much pain was bad enough, Brittany had to remind herself that she was going through this by herself, and that the one person she wanted by her side was currently locked in prison. She wanted to be strong, for herself and for the baby, but it just seemed impossible.

She began to push again, with all her might. God damn, it was so painful. It was like a foot cramp that had made its way throughout every cell inside of her. She pushed again, and drew out a heavy, exhausted exhale. Her forehead was damp with sweat. Her heart was beating faster than it has ever done before. She was so damn tired, and she just wanted to get this over with.

20 more minutes had passed, and Brittany felt like she was going to die. She was pushing and pushing, but she felt like she was getting nowhere. Her mind began to think about Alvin, and how alone he must be right now. He has no clue that Brittany is currently delivering his baby, and the thought of it, and realizing how heartbroken he would've been if he knew he was missing out on one of the most important moments of his life, almost made Brittany want to give up.

Even though neither of them had planned this in the first place, nor did they even want this to begin with, Brittany could tell that he was so happy, happier than he has ever been before. This baby changed him, changed them. Although they were both far from perfect, they both became better people because of this. They became friends again after hating each other for so long, and it brought them closer than ever before. And even though this whole situation started off on a rough path, Brittany couldn't imagine going through this whole journey with anybody else but him.

...

"So, what do you think it'll be?" he asked her.

Brittany raised an eyebrow. They were lounging in Alvin's kitchen for breakfast; she had just finished a bowl of cereal and was scrolling through her phone reading up on the latest news about the newest fashion and makeup trends, so the question certainly caught her off guard.

"What?" she asked.

"What do you think the baby will be?" he asked.

It was quite a surprise to hear him speak out about the baby first, because it was usually Brittany who brought up the topic, but it warmed her heart a bit. Other than the pregnancy, they never really talked about the baby itself. It was still a weird and new topic for both of them, and they both know that they are still extremely unprepared for parenthood, but seeing him have genuine curiosity about the baby made Brittany smile.

"I don't know, to be honest," she answered. "I don't think I want to know until I give birth."

"Oh. But, what do you want it to be? A girl, probably, right?" he asked, and playfully rolled his eyes.

"I mean, it would be cute having a baby girl, but I've grown up with girls my entire life. I kinda of want to know what it would be like to have a boy. Now that I think of it, I kinda want this baby to be a little boy," she said.

Alvin chuckled a bit. "Are you sure about that? I feel like a boy might drive you insane."

"Yes, I'm sure because I'm gonna make sure my son is an angel who knows how to act right, and is nothing like his annoying, douchebag father," Brittany snapped at him.

"Goddamn, Brittany. That's harsh," he said, but he smiled at her, knowing that she was only joking, and it made Brittany's heart melt. "I personally want us to have a girl."

That surprised Brittany a bit. Alvin just seemed like the type of person who would want a son, to have a little miniature version of him by his side. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'll be happy with whatever we have, but there's just something about having a little girl that makes me feel more...protective," he said, before glancing at Brittany. "You know how I protective I am of you, Britt, so imagine how I would be around a baby girl. If we end up having a daughter, and if she's anything like you, I'm never going to let her out of my sight."

Brittany felt her heart explode. She has never seen this side of Alvin before, but she could tell how in love he was with the thought of becoming a father, and it just made her body melt. She got up off her seat, walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're gonna be a good dad, you know that?" she smiled.

"I hope so," he said.

"You will be. I'm just glad that I get to go through this with you," she said, before leaning in to press her lips on his.

...

Another contraction. Each was becoming so bad, it was almost intolerable. Her stomach began to curl, and it was starting to become way too much for her to handle. She was angry, she was hurting, she was heartbroken, she was anxious. But she knew she had to be strong, as much as it hurt. She just wanted this to be over. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted to see her sisters. She just wanted to see Alvin.

With tears in her eyes, she thought about him again, and that was what gave her the motivation to push harder.

"Four centimeters, doctor," said one of the nurses.

"Good, very good. Keep it up, Brittany," said the doctor.

She felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't see a thing, she could barely hear or comprehend anything around her. Another 20 minutes had passed. She felt so dizzy that she honestly thought she was going to pass out at this very moment. But she didn't give up, and she pushed harder and harder.

"Six centimeters! You're dilating, Brittany. Keep pushing, you're almost there!" said the doctor.

"I can't," she sobbed. She has never felt so weak and powerless in her life. Goddamn, if this freaking baby doesn't come out now and put her out of this pain, Brittany was going to fucking give up.

"Yes, you can. Your baby is almost here, you just need a few more pushes," said the doctor.

And so she did, and a helpless cry erupted from her lips. And in that moment, she instantly felt it - something between her legs, like fire. Like a knife, ripping across her skin. Brittany cried and had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming. Time felt like it had stopped, because it went on forever. But she didn't give up, and with the microscopic bit of strength that she had left, she gave one more push, the hardest and most painful one of all.

And then, it stopped.

The pain, the ache, the fucking burn.

It all stopped, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, everything was silent. There was still pain lingering around her torso, but it was so mild, nothing to what she was suffering through a minute ago. Brittany gasped and opened her eyes to blink the tears away, and the hospital lights stung her eyes. Her heart rate was erratic and fast, and she was still sweating, but she felt so different.

"You did it, Brittany," the doctor spoke up and broke the silence. "We knew you could."

Her head was still spinning. Although she no longer felt the unbearable pain that was stabbing through her body, everything felt like a weird, airy dream, as if she was floating. However, despite her mental and physical exhaustion, all of that flew out the window when the newest and most precious sounds came ringing in her ear.

It was the gentlest of sounds, a tiny cry that made Brittany want to cry herself. But instead of tears, came tired and breathy laughs. She was so damn exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally, but none of that mattered right now. The baby let out a tiny cry again, and the sound was so new, yet so fascinating and beautiful.

She watched as the doctor bent to pick something up between her legs, before standing back up. He moved so quickly, that Brittany didn't even know how to react when he placed the tiny, crying baby on her chest for the first time. She felt frozen, but she felt the baby breathe against her chest, right before the nurse placed a thin blanket on both of them. It was real, her baby was real, and she couldn't believe her child was finally here. It was almost on instinct, but before the baby could let out another cry, Brittany placed her hand on it, and held it protectively against her chest.

"There she is, Brittany," said the doctor.

Brittany's heart exploded into a million pieces, and she began to cry. Happy tears, though. The best tears she has ever let out.

She.

A girl.

Her daughter.

Just like Alvin wanted.


Aaand I'm just gonna leave it there for now. But here she is, a darling baby girl! I started off this story with the intention of them having twins, and then I changed my mind and wanted them to have a boy. However, after all the reviews and explanations of why a lot of you wanted their child to be a baby girl, I decided that yes, I want them to have a girl. I know I have written multiple stories in the past with them having a daughter, but that was years ago, almost a decade ago, and I definitely will make this fresh and different and unlike anything I've ever written before. Like Alvin had said in one of the flashback scenes, he would be so protective over a girl, much like he is with Brittany. That's mainly why I wanted them to have a daughter. I'm just so excited to write the future chapters, now that the baby is in the story.

So, what's gonna happen now? What's gonna happen to Alvin? How is Brittany going to raise their baby without Alvin there?

Thanks so much for reading! I can't wait to get the upcoming chapters out, but in the meantime, I would love to read some feedback so please REVIEW! Let's try and hit 800-805 reviews before the next one!