So here is the original Misadventures of A and L:
A/N:
Two things:
*Don't kill me for the ending and yes Addie has a crap ton of donut onsies.
*This is kind of set after 2.9 and before 2.10
Disclaimer: I do not own Faking It or any of the characters.
"I mean I think it will blow over but what if I'm wrong, what if it doesn't?" Amy stated in a panic.
Lauren rolled her eyes. She had spent half her Friday night listening to Amy go on about her newest Karma crap.
Did Lauren personally think it was going to blow over? Hell no!
"What?!" Amy screeched.
Crap, she'd said that aloud. Fuck it!
"Look Amy I don't give two shits about your Karma drama one way or another. But let's get real here. You slept with her boyfriend. No matter what excuse you use, you still hurt her. Nothing will change that."
"Oh god!" Amy groaned.
Lauren sighed. "Look it was a mistake and sometimes that shit's fatal." She shrugged. "But I bet in this case Karma will come around in no time, it won't be the biggest tragedy of your life."
"B-but you said-."
"Forget what I said!" Lauren yelled cutting Amy off. "I'm telling you now that this mistake isn't the biggest tragedy of your life. That's your hair and your sorry wardrobe."
For a second Amy glared at Lauren and then she gave a small smile. "Thanks Lauren."
Lauren rolled her eyes again. "You can thank me by shutting the hell up for the rest of the night."
In the very distant future:
"It was a mistake Lauren, a mistake."
Amy feels like she's said it fifty times since Lauren called her.
She left the baby home.
She left at 8. Arrived at 9. Panicked at 10.
At 10:15 Amy got the call and she was in her Mercedes racing down the highway. Soon she was bolting up the staircase of Lauren's two story home.
All the while she can hear Lauren breathing. Breathing so hard. But she hasn't cried yet.
She's yelling in only that that frantic, panicked…sad, that sad, hiding way that Lauren can.
Amy can still hear Lauren damn near hyperventilating over the phone when she finally stands over the baby's crib.
"A mistake." Amy stated softly, gently.
She was almost smiling.
She looked down at the tiny baby sleeping in the cherry wood crib before her. The baby girl was dressed in a yellow onsie with a sprinkled donut in the center. Her eyes were closed; the child's long black eye lashes contrasted strikingly against her cream colored skin and her plump pink lips were parted slightly. Her little hands were curled into fists at her sides and her tiny feet were stretched out so that the tiny pink circles that made up her toes faced upward. The mop of golden curls on her head fell across her cheeks like rays of sunshine on the warmest of summer days.
The baby lay quiet; she looked the perfect picture of peace.
It didn't take long for Amy to notice that the baby's chest did not rise or fall. She was still
So Still.
She placed a hand gently on the baby's back. "Addie…" she whispered.
She was cold. So cold.
Amy knew instantly.
"Amy! Amy!" Lauren called over the phone frantically. "Fucking answer me, Amy!"
Amy could hear Lauren begin to breath heavily again. She heard the sounds of papers being shoved; of them fluttered around as they floated away.
"AMY!" Lauren yelled.
Glass shattering.
"FUCKING ANSWER ME, AMY!"
Fist against a wooden desk.
"Please…" Lauren begged, damn near sobbing.
"She's sleeping." Amy stated quietly.
"What?"
"Addie, she's sleeping." Amy's hand was still pressed to the baby's cold, unmoving back. "She's sleeping."
"Sleeping?" Lauren questioned, relief coloring her tone.
Amy nodded to just herself as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Yeah, she's sleeping."