"I'm going to name you Courtney Brielle," I looked into my newborn daughter's chocolate brown eyes as they stared back at me. "Courtney Brielle Santos."

Jimmy Brooks, he hadn't come to see her since she's been born…yet. Some father he is, but I was glad. He'd send us checks in the mail and I wouldn't have to deal with him. I wouldn't have to worry about falling in love with him…again. How did that happen I don't know? We never paid any attention to each other at school, we just knew who the other person was, but that's it.

Now I'm holding his daughter.

Isn't life weird? How easy it comes to fall in and out of love with people? But then, is it really love? Could your mind just be playing tricks on you and it's actually lust? Can I really love Jimmy again or would it just be lust? We may never actually know.

I was in the hospital alone. Jimmy had paid for me to stay a few extra days here then my insurance would allow and he paid for the best care and I even got a birthing suite. Not a birthing room, but a birthing suite. It was seventy-five dollars more, but he paid it.

I laid Courtney next to me as I eased back down in my bed. The bed was comfortable and Jimmy had paid even more so that I could have satin sheets. He was here when I went into labor, but he left for school in another city. Was he really going to come back or did he just want an excuse to leave?

The table in front of the window was painted white and it was covered with gifts. My bag was under the table, but the gifts were from friends. JT and Ellie, who were still together, had bought me a baby book and some outfits. Liberty and Sean had bought some clothes, Emma and Spinner had bought some clothes and Emma's parents bought us a crib set, and Paige and Hazel also bought more clothes.

I really wanted to walk my baby and the nurses said it was okay to walk around, but I was also really tired. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I felt someone staring at me. I opened my eyes and was surprised when I saw Jimmy.

"Jimmy?" I asked, rubbing my eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream. "What are you doing here?"

"You looked so beautiful that I didn't want to wake you up."

"Whatever Jimmy," I rolled my eyes, but I was happy to see him. He did care about her, and maybe somewhere, even a little bit, he cared for me too.

Why had we broken up? Oh yeah, because he had a rendezvous with a girl at his college. The girl, oh how I hated her for ruining my life? Not only mine, but my unborn daughter's. I remembered it clearly. I was looking for Jimmy and I had a spare key to his dorm. I opened it, and a girl was on top of him, sitting up, with her legs opened and a bra on.

I immediately screamed and threw her off of him, regardless that my stomach was slowly sticking out. I shoved her against a table and she screamed in pain. I realized instantly that he probably hadn't told her about me, and I apologized. I explained that Jimmy was my boyfriend and she apologized too and then she left.

Jimmy's ending wasn't as happy. I told him I hated him, I messed up his dorm, and then I left. I slammed his door, threw him his key, and turned my heels away. He finally begged me to at least let him see his daughter, so I said yes.

I never forgot about him though. I often dreamed about him, and imagined him lying next to me. Maybe that was why when I woke up and saw him looking at me, I felt special.

"Where is Courtney?" I asked.

"I saw a nurse leaving from here with her," he said. "So I let her take her and I came to see you. She really is beautiful Manny. She looks a lot like you."

"That's funny, because I thought she looked like you."

We both paused, but it was such a comfortable pause. We didn't have to say anything to each other and yet we'd know how the other felt. Already my emotions were betraying me.

"Courtney Brielle is pretty," he said. "I just wished she had my last name Manny."

I knew he was going to find out and I knew he was going to bring it up, so I was prepared for everything he threw at me. "Weren't you the one going to college to send us fancy checks?"

"Yes but—"

"Plus Courtney Brielle Santos sounds so much better then Courtney Brielle Brooks," I said. He chuckled.

"I suppose you're right."

"I am right."

We both were quiet for a while, but it seemed like the quietness stretched for miles. I felt like I could hear myself breath, and I wasn't panting, it was just regular breathing. My heart was pounding and I wanted to kiss him, but I held back.. He didn't deserve it, he hurt me too much.

"I paid for you to stay seven days," he told me. "I've arranged for a limo to pick you up from here and I brought Courtney's car seat."

"How in the hell did you get us a limo?" I asked him.

"You know I have my ways."

"Oh yeah, everything you want happens as if time is freezing."

He stood up. "I'm leaving now."

"But you just got here."

It wasn't supposed to come out that way. It sounded like I wanted him to stay, but then again didn't I? I had wanted him to come out to see me, and Courtney. Somehow when he came I felt my world lighten up and suddenly everything I was thinking abouy before I fell asleep didn't matter. The only thing that I cared about was that he was there, standing over me, thinking of how beautiful I was.

My voice was mixed with a sound of vulnerability and a whine and he turned to look at me. "You want me to stay?" his voice sounded hopeful to see if I was joking, and at that moment I wasn't going to lie. I was tired of being alone.

I scooted over. "Yeah, I do. Come on a crawl in next to me, but make sure your shoes are off."

He hurried and laid next to me and turned his face so that we were looking at each other.

"Jimmy, I'm glad you came," I sighed. "It really means a lot to me."

"I'm glad I did too. I mean we have a beautiful daughter together and I'm here with the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Are you coming on to me Jimmy?" I asked him.

He stared at me as if he was thinking of what to say. "If you want to me then I am."

"Good because I do."

I scooted in closer to him and then I kissed him, and that kiss was better than any of the ones he had given me.