I'm already eight months along now and all I want to do is get the baby out. The doctor says that the baby should probably make it to full term. I gave up a lot of my old ways when I got pregnant. I didn't drink. I never started smoking and I ate right. I wanted the baby to be perfect, so that one day I can maybe show Luke his son and how amazing he is.

I went into labor this morning. I called Haley first thing and she flew up on the next flight. She told people that her sister Taylor lives up here and that she was in a small car accident and Haley needed to go. She got to the hospital and I wasn't very far along at all. She sat with me for 13 hours until finally it was time to push.

"Push Brooke! PUSH!"

"I can't, I just can't do it!"
"Yes you can, I believe in you."
"Jared Lucas Keith Scott! Get out! Get out of me now!"
"Brooke, you chose the name, I love it!"

"Haley can we talk about this later? I'm kind of in the middle of something"

"One last push Miss Davis."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Brooke screamed as she clutched onto Haley's hand, causing Haley to also scream.

"Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby girl."
"Girl? Wow, she's so beautiful. She looks just like Luke."

"So, you still going to name her Jared?"

"Haley don't be stupid, obviously not. I'll figure something out."

I sat there. I sat there and I stared at her. Her brown hair, similar to mine except it was light, very light. She was sleeping, but I could see the resemblance she held to her father. Her eyes, now shut as she slept, were his. I had only seen them for but a moment, but in that instant, I saw him. I looked at her, trying to figure out what to call her. I hadn't even thought about girl's names. It hadn't even crossed my mind that she could be a girl. Not that I didn't want a daughter, but I just really believed the baby was a boy. Jared was not a girl's name. I look at her and I start saying girls names to myself, trying to find one that fits. Emily? No, definitely not. Rachel? Nope, not that either. Lauren? No, that didn't fit either. I did this for almost an hour. I went through all the names I could think of, from Amy to Zoë. None fit her, none were good enough to suit my baby. I look up and Haley is sitting. How long has she been there, next to me?

"Trying to figure out a name?"
"Yeah, nothing fits her though."

"I always loved the name Francesca. So elegant. You can have it if you want."
"Francesca, do you think it fits her?"
"No, I was just hoping I could help…I also like the name Chloe. How about Chloe?"

"Chloe, Chloe?" I say trying it out. It still doesn't feel right. And I am starting to believe my daughter will have to live her life without a name.

"Oh, how about Maia? Try that one."
"Maia, Maia? I like it. Maia Haley Davis Scott. That works, that's my daughter!"
"Haley? Her middle name is Haley?"
"Well yeah, I wanted to honor you in all your help. You fly to New York and visit me while I'm pregnant with your best friend's baby and you tell nobody, not even him. You saved me these past few months. You were the best friend a girl could ask for."
"Oh, Brooke! I only did what I thought was best. But thank you for this honor."

I look around and see my daughter Maia, and my best friend Haley. Maia is everything I wished for and Haley is everything I could ask for in a friend. My world and my life are good.