AN: This chapter will have Ava's P.O.V. I hope you all enjoy!

Thursday, July 22, 2049

Avalanna's P.O.V.

When I was sixteen years old I became pregnant with my eldest daughter, Bayley Ava, who was born on my seventeenth birthday. It was the most pain I've ever experienced in my entire life. For a few hours at least until I was rushed to the OR to have an emergency c- section. I never expected to be pregnant at a young age, but Zach and I made through and we ended up staying together to raise our daughter. We ended up having our second child, our first son, Brayden a year and two months later on April 27th, 2033. Before the birth of our third child, another girl, Brooklynn, Zach and I tied the knot in October 2035, exactly two months before Brooke made her grand arrival. She was born December 28th, 2035. Bentley, our second son made his arrival two years and three months after Brooke, he was born March 15th, 2037.

To my surprise, I gave birth to two twin girls, Brynley and Brayley three years after Bentley on October 25th, 2040. And after that, all my other children were born two years after the other. Our fifth daughter, Beverley was born on January 29, 2042. Our sixth daughter, Barley was born February 12, 2044. Our third and final son, Braison was born on May 3rd, 2046, and finally, our youngest and seventh daughter, Brittaniah made her arrival on June 7th, 2048.

A week before I gave birth to my tenth child, I found out the news that changed my eldest daughter's world forever. She was pregnant with my first grandchild at sixteen, just like I did sixteen years ago. I wasn't sure how she'd do as a pregnant teenager who has a disability. She was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy at a year and half, and I fell onto my knees and cried when I heard the doctor's tell me; "You better prepare yourself for her to be a vegetable. She'll never walk or talk." When I tell you my heart broke for the baby I carried for nine months with no issues until the end, I thought they were right at first, but after a year and half of physical therapy, Bayley shocked all of us by walking on her own for the first time at 2 and half.

After that, Bay has shown me that she can get through anything and everything. When she became pregnant with Rawlings, she told me she can do it, and she did it. Rawlings is six months old now and she's been the best mom to that little girl.

Now, Brayden has been acting differently over the past few days like he's been keeping something from me. I'm his mother, I know when he's hiding something from me. I decided to see if he'll talk to me. I will never judge my children with whatever happens in their lives.

I knew he was out with friends, so when he got home around 10:00PM, I decided to talk to him. I heard him walk through the door and saw him walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Me being the protective mother I am, I will admit that I've a protective mother to all my kids, no matter the age they are.

"Brayden?" I speak up, almost scaring my sixteen year old, he turns around with his hand over his heart. "Oh, it's just you, mom. I thought you'd be asleep already..."

I shake my head. "No, I've been waiting for you." He gave a questionable look on his face. He looked a little stressed like something was troubling him. I didn't want to pry, but I want to know if something happened between him and Reagan or anything else that may be going on.

"Why?" He asked me as he sat down next to me on the couch. "I'm just worried about you, honey. Is there something bothering you? Do you need to talk?" I ask him. He sighs. "Mom, I'm fine. I want to go to bed right now." He tells me, and I nod my head. "Okay, okay. I'll let you go to bed then."

When Zach came home from his mom's, I decided to mention that Brayden has been weird for the past few days. When he walked into our bedroom, I let him get comfortable in bed before I talked to him about Brayden.

"Honey, I have to talk to you about Brayden." My husband looks at me and nods. "What about him, Ava? He's just a teenager..."

"I don't think he's just a teenager, Zach. I just have a feeling something is going on with him and he's not telling me anything..." I sigh.

Zach sighs. "Maybe I'll talk to him. He'll probably talk to me." He says, kissing my head. "Okay." I say before we both fall asleep.

The next morning, I don't see Zach sleeping beside me, so I get up and head downstairs to see my husband and our oldest son, Brayden talking. I hope he can get Brayden to talk.

"So, what's going on, son?" Zach asked our son. Brayden takes a deep breath before finally opening up to his father. "Dad, Reagan is pregnant." Brayden says.

Zach's eyes went wide when he heard that his son will be a dad at a young age, like he did. "What? She's pregnant?" He sighs deeply. "Yeah." Brayden says.

"When did you find out?" Zach asks his eldest son. "The other day. Reagan told me at the park. That's why I've been so quiet and stressed out. I'm not sure what we are going to do. I'm really stressed knowing I have a baby on the way, and I'm only sixteen..." He breathes deeply, burying his head in his hands.

Zach nods his head. "Yeah, that's understandable, buddy. You have so much to figure out right now. I've been through your situation. I was young when your mom got pregnant with Bay. My whole world changed over the next eight and half months. Just tell me you'll be there for Reagan, okay?"

Brayden nods. "Of course I will, Dad. I know our relationship is new, but I will still be there for her and be there for my baby."

"Good." Zach says. "Can I tell your mother?" He asks, and Brayden shook his head. "I want to tell her myself, Dad..." He breathes deeply.

"Alright then. I'd tell her sooner than later, okay?" Zach tells his son. "I know and I will."

After Brayden talked to his father, he came into my bathroom and he was tearing up. Brayden has never really cried ever, so seeing him almost in tears made my heart hurt.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I ask my son, who wraps his arms around my neck and after he did, he broke down into tears. I start rubbing up and down his back. "Oh, baby. What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask my emotional son.

After a few minutes, I sit my son on my bed and he breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down. "Mom...I have to tell you something, and-and I hope you...you aren't mad at me..." He sobs.

I could never be mad at him. "I could never be mad at you, Brayden. What's going on, baby?" I ask. Brayden just wipes the falling tears. "Mom, Reagan is...well, she's pregnant, Mom..." He burst out, and then he starts crying on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, letting him cry in my arms.

I wasn't expecting him to say that all. My baby is going to be a dad. I wasn't expecting for this for two of my children. "Oh, honey. It's okay. I'm here." I whisper, rocking him in my arms. "You're okay." I say, kissing his head as he sobs slightly.

I don't know what to say to him honestly, so I decide to just comfort him the way I can. My heart hurts that he must be so stressed about the unexpected pregnancy.

"Everything will work itself out, okay? Your father and I will be here for you and Reagan. I love you." I lean down and kisses his head again. "I'm glad you told me." I tell him, and after a few more minutes, he leaves the room to take a shower.

I don't know what their lives are going to be like, but i hope they know we'll be there for them during this pregnancy.

Here comes grandchild #2.