Sorry for the VERY late update, university and my job have made my life cluttered. Ugh. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter still! Yet again, sorry for the late updating!

I cried writing a bit of this, I hope I don't make you guys as emotional as I got.

Eight Months Pregnant

Noodle sat on the old bed, plucking away at her ancient acoustic guitar. She had just worked through an eight hours shift and couldn't be more thankful to sit down. Her tacky diner outfit lay on the ground. A striped pink dress, and knee high socks strewn across the old floor boards. Noodle look down at her arms as she played. The darkened scar marks from knives, razors, anything she could find were left behind. The only details of the dark beginning of this pregnancy she had left. She was far from that stage. Far from the person she had been just months ago. Something about being away from the house and having something that kept her busy constantly had made her mood lightened. She liked the feeling of seeing new faces everyday. People asking about her belly. How Stuart and Murdoc would come visit her every once in a while to take her to dinner and talk over things they had been toying around with musically.

Each visit made her cheer up a bit more. Stuart had gone with her to her last ultrasound. He had convinced her to find out the sex of the child so that people could buy her better presents for the baby shower. A little girl. A little Noodle. "I bet you're all cramped up inside of there, ey?" she smiled, looking down at her very rounded belly and rubbed it. She closed her eyes, imagining what the child would look like. "Kamron would have been proud to see you... I bet he would have loved to of been a father," she took in a sharp breath, convincing herself not to spill tears over it. Noodle opened her green eyes, laying back on her squeaky bed and looked at the wall behind her. She had finally come round to decorating the tiny flat. Pictures of Stuart, Murdoc, and Russel cluttered it. She had left all pictures of Kamron out of it... no, she had reserved those. All for the baby book she made for her still unnamed daughter.

"What am I going to call you, little bird? Mummy's running out of time to think of something," Noodle slightly giggled at her procrastination. She was already eight months along and still had yet to try and think of names. Whether they had been male or female. "Maybe you could be Noodle Jr? Can they do that with girls? I dunno. Hrm, and you'll have Kamron's last name. Since I, er, don't have one," she grinned. "Noodle Jr. Cornishe? Heh... how 'bout.. Maisie? Maisie Jane Cornishe? Oh! I like it!" Noodle clapped her hands together once in glee at accomplishing something during it. She still had the entire nursery to set up... though she was sure she would be ringing Murdoc and Stuart to come "help" her do it. A.K.A. they come and she sits around, pretending to do something, because she's too sore and large to bother with it. Putting together the crib and all the bibs, toys, nappies, wipes, etc. away would more than tire her out. Even if she had brought herself from the depressing funk she had herself stuck in, there were still moments where she doubted herself as a mother. Even days where she would skip out on the strict diet Stuart had her on, left her feeling guilty.

Yet, she was damn determined to turn her attitude around. To look away from her scars and see it in a brighter way. One that would set her in a good future for her and her daughter. One that would help her cope with Kamron, and the reality of being a single mother. One that would help her explain to Maisie why her dad couldn't be there. Noodle took in another sharp breather, feeling the lump in her throat start to form again. She had to stop thinking of such horrible things if she was ever going to make herself and her attitude worth while.

Eight and A Half Months Pregnant

The wind picked up and blew autumn leaves throughout the tombstones. The purple mop on Noodle's head joined in, dancing around wildly. Stuart gave a gentle gripping to Noodle's hand as she stared at the grave site in front of her. The soil had just started to bud grass over the grave dug not even a year old. The grave for the man she had loved so very much. The man she still couldn't bring herself to let go of. Every memory they had together burned in her mind, causing her eyes to water up. It didn't help that Maisie had been kicking most of the day. It took everything she had in her to not break down into a whinging fit. Outside she could make herself look brave, but on the inside she was a ticking time bomb. Never knowing when she was going to explode.

The pale stone read 'Kamron Cornishe' is big lettering. Her eyes were locked on it, wilting flowers beginning to cover the stone. Noodle bent over and placed a set of her own. The white roses standing out amongst the other dead foliage. She had wanted to do this for some time; to say goodbye and start to move on with her life. Noodle let go of Stuart's hand, wobbling to sit down in the grass. She huffed, getting in to position and pulling out pictures. Noodle looked down at them. Some folded, other left perfectly flat. She looked up at the stone and opened her mouth. "Hello Kamron... it's been... quite some time since I've spoken to you. I do have to apologize for that, I've missed you quite a bit," the lump in her throat grew more as she spoke, the tears slowly starting to spill from her eyes. "I just... I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never gave you a proper goodbye... so sorry I never made it to the funeral. You know. I'm pregnant," she smiled slightly," yep. About two weeks from my due date. With your child.. our child. I'm going to name her Maisie. Maisie Jane. "

The wind began to slow the longer she spoke. Noodle picked up the ultrasound pictures, laying them on the barely grown grass. She scoffed to herself, feeling silly that she believed he could actually see the pictures of their daughter. Maisie gave a kick, and Noddle placed her hands on her belly, rubbing the painful feeling away. "She's a fiesty one, ya' know? She has your attitude already, stubborn as hell, I say. I bet she's going to look just like you. Heh.. wouldn't that be something?" Noodle looked away, feeling Stuart place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her tears had stopped falling, but her heart was still plunging. She hadn't thought it to be this hard, but she had been wrong. Now that she was facing the situation, it had become harder than ever. "And.. and I'm going to do my best to tell her about you everyday. You know all those pictures we took together, yeah? I took 'em and put them all in her baby book.. so she could see how happy we were."

Noodle couldn't take it anymore. She broke. The tears flowed rapidly as she cupped her face in her hands. Stuart was quick to bend down and wrap his arms around her in comfort. He held her tightly as she smashed her wet face into his blue mess of hair and whinged for what seemed like ages. All of the pain she was feeling seemed ungodly to her. What had she gotten herself into and how could she even begin to get herself out of it?

Stuart came into the little living area with a cup of tea, sitting it on the table in front of Noodle. Along with it came an apple and her prenatal vitamins. He scooted his chair next to her, rubbing her back. "So Maisie Jane it is, ey?" he attempted conversation. Noodled nodded, popping the pills into her mouth and swallowing them with a gulp of tea. She reached out her hands, playing with the apple's stem. Stuart nodded slowly, watching her play with the apple. "You know you've always got me... right Noods?" he questioned, his voice seeming almost shrunken in volume. Noodle looked over at him. Even if Stuart hadn't been the father of her child, he had done a damn good job at being there hand and foot for her. Some days she wished it was his child and not Kamron's. Just for the fact that he would grow up with an almost fully functioning father. With a hell of a coddling personality, and a willingness that put anybody's she had met to shame.

Stuart had been good to her her entire life. It was something that had never changed about him. The fact that even though she wasn't a child anymore he still cared for her more than anything. Noodle lifted the apple, placing it on her lips and taking a bite. The juicy sweetness had become a bland taste now that she had been on a diet. Stuart looked back over at her, his expression lightening at the sight. He placed a hand on her free one, the long fingers twining into her's.

Sorry this was cut shorter than the other's I have written. I promise to make up for it next chapter. What do you guys think of the name? I think it's cute.

Until then, xx