A/N- Thanks to all my reviewers for the positive feedback! I'm glad to hear that you guys liked the first chapter. Without further ado, here's chapter two!

-Kait

(The Next Morning)

For five hours I lay in bed awake, thinking of the mess I'd just gotten myself into. I can't take care of a child. Hell, I can barely take care of myself right now. I know I've been praying for something to fill the void Denny left in my heart when he died, but this was not what I was looking for.

I had put Hannah in my past. Sure, I thought about her from time to time, but I was positive that I did the right thing by putting her up for adoption. I wanted better for her than I could ever dream of giving her. I didn't grow up with the luxuries I knew she would get if she was raised by a different family, a family who could spoil her and raise her in a house, not a trailer home in Chehalis.

Now I have to learn how to be a parent to a twelve year old in less than a week. There's no possible way I can pull this off. I just can't do it. I can't do anything anymore. Not without Denny. Not without a job. Not without getting my life back together.

But this…this I literally have to do. I couldn't put her in a foster home. I couldn't abandon my child. I couldn't let her be shipped from house to house because I wasn't ready to take on that big of a responsibility. No, this I was doing, and I was going to do it right.

I laid there for a few more minutes before getting up and starting breakfast. Today we were having coffee cake. The house was full of muffins, but I wasn't in the mood for them anymore. I was in the mood for something fresh, something new, and coffee cake was the first thing that came to mind.

I'm guessing the aroma woke George and Meredith up, because after I put the coffee cake into the oven, they came down to the kitchen asking what smelled so good.

They both said good morning to me and sat down after grabbing a mug of coffee. They made light conversation while I stood staring at the oven, watching the numbers count down on the timer. I think that they were still scared to talk to me. Scared that they'll offend me accidentally. Scared that they'll hurt me even more than I already am. But most of all, I'm sure they're scared of how I'll react to their questions.

If they only knew what was coming.

The timer beeped and I took the coffee cake out of the oven. Fresh, new coffee cake for my fresh, new life. Correction: our fresh, new life. I can't raise Hannah without the support of my friends, so she'll ultimately be our child, not just mine.

I placed the coffee cake down on the table and took a seat. I remained silent while George and Mer kept on talking. I was thinking about how to tell them about Hannah, but I couldn't muster enough confidence to actually go through with it.

Their conversation ended and the turned towards me.

"Hey, Izzie," they both said.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"Um, do you know who called at four this morning? Because I thought I heard you talking earlier," George said.

My eyes shot open. Great, now I have to tell them about her. "Uh, yeah. I know who called."

"Well, who was it? Is everything okay, Iz?" Meredith asked.

I couldn't take it anymore. I started to cry. I cried for Denny. I cried for Hannah. I cried for myself.

They both scooted over and sat next to me, hugging me and telling me that everything would be alright.

"Izzie, what's wrong? You're scaring us," George said.

"Everything's wrong, George. Everything! Denny's gone! The Davises? They're gone, too! And guess what? I'm getting a child! A child! I can barely take care of myself and I'm getting a child," I cried, clinging onto my friend's shirt.

Meredith and George stared at each other with confused looks on their face.

"Izzie, Izzie. Slow down. Who are the Davises? And why are you getting a child? You're scaring us, Iz. Please, just tell us what happened," Meredith said, rubbing my back.

I took a deep breath. "I don't know how to tell you this."

"It's okay, Izzie. You can tell us anything. You know that, right," George said.

I nodded and took in another deep breath. I exhaled slowly and began to tell them what had happened. "I was sixteen. I was sixteen and I was scared. It was one time! One time and it turned the stick blue. I had sex one time and I got pregnant," I started.

"Izzie—" Meredith tried.

"No! Let me finish." I sighed. "I went through with the pregnancy but I knew I couldn't keep the baby. I gave her up for adoption. I met with her adoptive parents, the Davises, before I had her. They seemed like a great couple and I knew they would make amazing parents. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, giving her up. You become so attached with your baby while she's inside you, and you don't think that once she's here you'll be able to let her go. But you have to. And I did. I gave her to the Davises and they raised her into a beautiful young woman. She's twelve now." I pulled out a picture of her from my pocket. "Her name is Hannah and she likes cows." I smiled.

Meredith and George were speechless. They sat there, picture in hand, staring at the little girl I brought into the world. The little girl I never thought I'd see again. The little girl I thought I was better off without. I guess things don't always work out the way we planned, now, do they?

Meredith looked up at me and spoke in a soothing voice. "Izzie, why didn't you tell us?"

"I…I didn't know how. I didn't know how you'd react. I didn't know how I'd react. I still don't know how I feel about this, but I know I have to do this."

George spoke up. "Do what exactly, Izzie?"

"Last night the Davises were killed in a car crash. Their will stated that if anything were to happen to them, I'd get custody of Hannah. And Donna, the woman who called this morning, was from social services. She's the one who told me all of this. So…we'll be getting Sar—I mean Hannah, by the weekend."

Meredith and George each looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Neither one said a word, but just sat there with wide eyes and their mouths hanging open.

"I know that that was a lot of information to take in at once. I'll be here when you want to talk, okay?"

With that, I got up and retreated back to my bedroom. I locked the door, crawled under the covers, and cried. I cried, again, for Denny and Hannah and George and Meredith and myself and everyone else whose life changed, or is going to change, because of me and my stupid, rash decisions.

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