September 15. 1994. 3:30 AM
The room was silent. Outside of the room was the sounds of wheelchairs and carts moving and hospital staff walking past and forth the closed doorway. Kate kept a window opened not giving one single shit that it was cold outside. She needed that window opened. It was the only sense she had of freedom after months of trapped in a basement.
Her mother was off in another chair sound asleep. Her dad was back home to take care of business. Primarily the news reports that were having field days between Kate Wallis and Jeanette Turner. And the news that kidnapped Kate Wallis had become pregnant during her pregnancy and was due for birth. Well, it happened.
Twelve thirty-four AM. Kate was giving one more popular title. But this one she actually didn't mind. Mama. For almost three hours now she'd had that title. Well, officially. She'd been a Mama since that sicko and her—
A stir made Kate stop her thoughts. She turned to the side to find some kind of cart thing next to her. She moved slowly to not wake her mother. She didn't need her mother awake. Just yet. She got herself into an upwards position then leaned over to pick up the blanked wrapped tiny human that she has pushed out of her nearly three hours ago.
That sicko, disgusting, horrible person that made her love him. Even after being in the basement. Even after shooting him and being able to escape. Yet he placed himself in her for the rest of her life. By memory and this little one.
"Happy birthday, Vanessa Wallis." Kate kissed her daughters forehead, but pulled back almost instantly. Martin did that to her.