So Peyton's water breaking seems a little early and all and thats the point. I did the math and she's 6 months pregnant. I don't want to give anything away, but I'll tell you this. She will be in labor and the baby may or may not be born. You'll find out in this chapter. With that being said, I'll get to it. - Brittany

3 hours ago my water broke. The doctors said that I must have gone into labor and if I had been awake and able to feel that I was they could have tried to stop it. But now, since my water has already been broken I'm going to have to deliever the baby. I'm a complete mess. I'm only 6 months pregnant. My baby is going to be pre-mature. What if he or she doesn't survive? I will not be able to handle that. Not at all. On top of all this Pete is keeping comletely to himself. I need him to talk me through this. I need him.

"Alright Peyton. Lets take a look and see how things are going?" My doctor said. "Well, you are dialated fully now. We can deliever now."

Pete looked at me with sad eyes. "You ready to be a mom?" He asked me with a slight smile.

In between a sob I flashed him a sad smile. "If you're ready to be a dad, I'm ready to be a mom." I told him.

The nurses wheeled me into another room and told me the doctor would be in in a minute. Pete was outside the room putting on a pair of scrubs like the doctor asked him too. The room looked almost to clean. They told me that only the father of the baby could be in the room with me because the room has to be completely clean for the baby because his or her could have health problems with being so pre-mature. I was freaking out. Health problem? What health problems? Someone please fill me in!

"Are you ready Peyton?" The doctor asked. I nodded slowly.

Pete placed his hand on mine. He kissed my head and said "Everything will be ok."

Within a half an hour I was a mother of a little girl. She was so tiny. They won't even let me hold her. She has to be in a incubator. They said she only weighed 3 pounds and 4 ounces. She was beautiful though. She had black hair like Pete, green eyes like me. She looked so much like Pete it was amazing.

"I can't believe you're a mom." Brooke said as she walked in my room. She walked over and gave me a hug.

"Me either. Have you seen her yet? She's in the nursry." I said.

She shook her head. "No. Pete and your dad are hogging up the window." She smiled.

A tear rolled out of my eye. "Whats wrong Peyton?" Brooke asked as she put a hand over mine.

"The doctors say that she may not make it through the night. Her lungs aren't developed all the way yet." I sobbed.

Brooke pulled me into a hug. "Peyton Sawyer Wentz! Do not think the worst. Your daughter will be ok. If she's anything like her mom she is strong and can handle anything. So you stop thinking like that."

I nodded. "Thanks Brooke. You're always here for me."

"You're my best friend. Of course I'll always be here for you." She stated.

Pete walked into the room and said "Brooke, if you don't mind can I have a minute alone with Peyton."

Brooke nodded and said "I'll be back later. I have to go get a peak at the kid of yours." She smiled before leaving.

Pete sat on the bed next to me. "We have to name her." He said.

I nodded. "If you don't mind, I was thinking that I'd like to name her Ellie, after my birth mom." I said.

Pete nodded before kissing me. "Thats a perfect name." He said. "What about middle name?"

"Ellie Marie Wentz." I said. He smiled.

"Ellie Marie Wentz it is."

I leaned up to kiss Pete when my dad walked in the room. "The doctors said she is getting worse."

Just like that my world was turned upside down.