I am SO glad that people don't want to kill me! This will get better. Probably in this chapter even. And I am going to be writing a story soon, and in it is going to be a runaway little girl. Now, I am at lose for names. ANY suggestions would be great! Expect to see it up in a few days! It will be called Everyone Deserves a Second Chance.

P.S. I have not beta, all mistakes are mine.

Kessie sat down on the couch beside her mommy. She was crying again, clutching the picture of the tiny baby in her hands. Kessie hugged her mom, comforting her in a way only a two-year-old can do. Gabriella looked up and smiled.
"Would you like to see your sister?" Kessie nodded and settled into Gabriella's side. She had seen her before, but she would never get tired of seeing Hope. She was her birthday wish. Gabriella handed the picture to Kessie. She smiled, a few tears leaking from her tiny blue eyes. Rubbing her chubby hand over the picture, she smiled up at Gabriella.

"Mommy? Is Hwope in Hweavn?" She asked, rubbing the tears from her sleepy eyes.

"Yea, sweetie, she is." Gabriella hugged Kessie to her chest and cried, her hand going to her stomach. She cried harder as she tried to break the habit she had developed during the time she was pregnant. She then knew that there was a little life in there, now, there was nothing. Suddenly, Diego walked into the room.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you crying?" He walked over and hopped up onto the couch on the other side of Gabriella.

"Because I am sad. I am sad about your baby sister." Diego nodded, trying to hold back tears of his own. Gabriella hugged him as well. Children this age weren't supposed to feel such pain. It all went over their heads. But Diego and Kessie had been through a lot, a lot more than other children. Before Kessie, Diego had a baby brother who died because he was delivered at five months. His name had been Jesson. Hope's death had hit Gabriella harder then Jesson, because she had gone through the pain before, and desperately didn't want to go through it again. Picking the photo album from the drawer beside the couch, Gabriella placed Hope's picture beside Jesson's.

"Come on, kids. Lets go make cookies." Gabriella tried to lighten the mood. But she knew that Kessie and Deigo would never get over Hope's death. Just like Diego was still healing from Jesson's death. He had been three at the time, and still remembered it well.

Two years ago

Diego was running wild through the house as Gabriella tried to cal him. Just as she chased him into the bathroom, a sharp pain ran through her stomach and back. Dropping to the floor, she called Diego in. He had come five minutes later, not knowing what was going on. Gabriella told him to grab the phone and a pillow for, as well as one of his blankets. She had had six contractions in the last five minutes, and she knew that she wasn't going to make it anywhere if they were real. If they were braxon hicks, she was fine, but it sure didn't feel like it. Soon, Diego ran back with a pillow, his favorite baby blanket, and the cell phone. She and Troy still had yet to get a real one. Placing the pillow behind her head, she instructed Diego to get a bucket of water and a pair of scissors.

As she looked at the phone, the two words flashing back at her cut through her like a knife. NO SERVICE. She was going to have to have the baby right then and there. She knew it wouldn't live. Trying desperately to hold back the contractions, Gabriella did not push. Soon, there was no choice.

"Diego, when the baby is out, cut the cord by it's stomach and place it on the blanket, then hand it to me, carefully." She only hoped he knew how to do it all. The scared look on Diego's face as he wiped at tears was something Gabriella would never forget. Soon, a quiet crying entered the room. Diego did as his mom instructed, holding the baby and cutting the cord with shaky hands. He then placed the baby into the blanket and handed it to his mom. He thought he had done everything right.

"Thank you. Now, please get your shoes on and get out to the car." Diego ran off, blood still all over his hands. Gabriella got up, despite the pain, and walked to the car. She put Diego into the front seat and made him hold the baby. It was a boy. When they arrived at the hospital, Diego was taken off by one of the nurses and Gabriella was taken to the emergency room, the baby to the NICU.

The news came ten minutes later. Diego had accidentally cut the baby's skin while cutting the umbilical cord. Because of all of the other blood, he didn't realize he had at all. The baby's skin was to thin, and as he moved around, he ripped it further, soon killing himself because he wouldn't hold still, and sedative in a baby could be deadly. Gabriella didn't even get to say good-bye.

When she told Diego, he blamed himself. He was three, and didn't talk for months because of what he had done. The doctors reassured him and Gabriella that the baby would have died anyway. He wasn't strong enough to breathe on his own, and the ventilator would have ripped his lungs apart. Finally giving in, Troy and Gabriella went to see someone with Diego. They all got family therapy, and soon, Gabriella became pregnant with Kessie. Diego was so happy the day that she was born. He got to hold her even before Troy. The both felt it would help his healing.

Present Time

Baby Jesson Michael Bolton was born 3/8/05. That was the reason Hope's death hit everyone, especially Diego, so hard. Hope Gabriella Bolton was born the exact same day that Jesson was.

Troy walked into the house, expecting to see Kessie and Diego playing quietly in the corner, and Gabriella crying. That was how it was everyday. But instead, he was hit straight in the face with a handful of flour. The room went silent as Deigo looked at the ground. Kessie started hiccuping and Gabriella screamed, saying she was burning the cookies. Troy laughed. Reaching over, he grabbed Diego and spun him in circles.

"I wan to dada!" Troy smiled and picked up Kessie after putting Diego down.

"Weeee!" They all smiled. It was a good life.

Gabriella stared at the tiny stick. No. It couldn't be. She didn't want it to be. Not again, she couldn't do it again. First Jesson, then Hope, not again. The one word stared her back in the face as she collapsed to the floor of the bathroom, crying.

POSITIVE

Weeell, I am thinking most people won't care much for this chapter, but that event in Diego's life is going to shape who he is.

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