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It was like a scene straight out of Legally Blonde.

"Is this like a wedding? Like, team JLaw sits in this section right?" Amy wondered aloud as everyone began to make their way into the courtroom.

The room, while on the smaller side, was clean and updated. On either side of the courtroom, sat four, long, cherry oak benches. Past the sturdy wooden gate, two rectangular tables, complete with two sets of wooden chairs faced the judges bench. In the right corner of the room stood a Kentucky state flag. To the left, a United States flag. The room was neatly structured and inviting. Through the three large glass windows on the left of the room, sunlight poured in.

"Is that her?" Anna whispered to Adele, as she glanced in Marnie's direction. "Jesus, she's paler than me!"

"Ladies, looks like were famous again..." Emma sighed as they sat down on the benches.

"What?" Adele looked over at Emma's phone. "Damn, Huff Post is on top of shit! Those assholes can't even wait an hour."

Guys, JLaw might have just thrown herself into Motherhood.

It's no secret that Jennifer Lawrence has been spending quite a bit of time with a special little lady. The real secret is who she is.

The Oscar winner reportedly flew home to Kentucky on December 10th to be by her father's side while he recovered from a heart attack.

Shortly after that, photographs have begun to surface showing the young actress in the company of boyfriend Liam Hemsworth and a mysterious child.

Ms. Lawrence was photographed this morning arriving at the Jefferson County Courthouse in Louisville, KY with the child clutched to her chest, her family surrounding her, causing many to speculate that she is planning on adopting.

While details have not been confirmed at this time (Reps for Ms. Lawrence have declined phone calls) what is known, is she has the full support of her Hollywood family.

Reportedly in attendance are the following celebrities:

Liam Hemsworth

Josh Hutcherson

Elizabeth Banks

Julianne Moore

Anna Kendrick

Aubrey Plaza

Emma Stone

Adele

Amy Schumer

Whatever is happening this morning, we wish Jennifer the best of luck!

We will continue to provide updates as this story further develops.

"Yeah, not returning phone calls, meaning back off!" Anna chimed in.

"Thankfully a majority of the people agree with you." Emma answered. "Check out this top comment with over four thousand likes."

"No, Huff Post, you don't wish Miss. Lawrence the best. If you did, you wouldn't have posted this article, further feeding into the drama. You're just as bad as the paparazzi. And for those of you defending the paparazzi and claiming that this is what JLaw gets for making herself a public figure, that's just sick. I encourage you to take a good look at these pictures.

Jennifer Lawrence wasn't 'photographed' arriving at the courthouse this morning as Huff Post States, she was ambushed. In the pictures above, she wasn't an actress on the red carpet trying to run from cameras, she was a motherly figure doing whatever she had to do to protect that little girl. Jennifer may be a public figure, but that child is not.

Let's say for arguments sake that she is at the courthouse for an adoption hearing. If it's a hearing, then the moment she was walking up those steps, she did not have full legal custody of that child. Can you imagine how it would have looked if that little girl was injured because the paparazzi were in Jenn's face and caused her to fall?

Think about how much of a fight an adoption process can be, and maybe think about the lengths you would go to protect your child from harm before you call her out for being rude or ungrateful. Yet again, humanity has failed me. Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow.

"Damn." Aubrey said, eyes wide. "That was epic."

"That right there? That gives me hope. There are still some supportive and understanding people in the world." Elizabeth added.

"Em...after this over, I want you to find a way to make that go viral." Amy encouraged. Emma told herself that she would find a way to make it happen.

"Case number 7643981, the state of Kentucky vs. Marnie Davis. The honorable Judge Samuel Garrison residing, all rise." The bailiff announced, grabbing everyone's attention.

Everyone stood as asked as the older gentleman made his way to his desk.

"Thank you, you may be seated."

Twelve days had led up to this one defining moment.

"Please place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand." The bailiff instructed.

I stood on the witness stand, with a ginormous knot in my stomach. Doing as instructed, I wanted to be anywhere but here. I wanted to take Brielle away from all of this, and snuggle up together in bed to watch a movie while we sipped hot chocolate.

I knew every aspect of my life was about to be laid out on the table to be picked apart and thrown back in my face.

I also knew I had to be strong and put together. I had one shot to prove to this court that I was the best parent for Brielle.

"Ma'am?"

I looked over at the guard, coming back to reality and leaving my thoughts behind.

"Please state your full name for the record." He stated once more.

"Jennifer Shrader Lawrence." I answered, my voice clear and strong.

"Remember, calm and concise. Be strong and confident."

"Miss. Lawrence, do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

"I do."

"Thank you ma'am." He said, and proceeded to the side of the courtroom.

I kept telling myself not to look at Marnie. But sitting up on the witness stand, it was impossible not to. She was the pink elephant in the room. My eyes glanced over, locking with hers.

Her blue eyes, so full of hatred, stared back at me with an intense gaze.

Wearing a 3/4 sleeved, tight little black dress, her shoulder length, chocolate brown hair had been washed, and straightened. A small cross necklace hung against her chest and the bright red lipstick she wore clashed harshly against her pale skin. Track marks were lightly visible against her arms.

On my side of the courtroom, sixteen people sat in to support me.

Marnie had one person behind her.

Sitting in her chair, she crossed her arms and legs, and continued to stare back at me.

"Good morning Jennifer."

I focused my attention on my lawyer, who was suddenly standing in front of me.

"Fucking focus Jenn! Get out of your head!"

"Good morning." I said, slightly caught off guard. I tried my best not to focus on Marnie's evil glare.

"If you would please," Michael began. "I'd like to start off simple. Can you explain to the court how you met Brielle Davis?"

Swallowing thickly, doing my best to focus only on my lawyer, I nodded.

"On Wednesday, December 10th, I was in Los Angeles, wrapping up filming for The Hunger Games when I received a phone call from my mother. We would later discover that my father had suffered a massive heart attack and later that evening he received open heart surgery.

I requested an immediate flight to Louisville so as to be with my family during an understandably difficult time. The University of Louisville Hospital has a policy that only allows two family members at a time back in the OR waiting room, my brother and mother were already back there, so I stayed by myself out in the ER waiting room.

At approximately ten pm, I heard the screeching of tires and a loud thump that caused me to look up. I saw a woman laying on the concrete at the entrance to the Emergency Room. She did not have a coat or shoes on, and she was vomiting a black substance. Two nurses immediately jumped into action, scooping the woman up and placing her on a gurney before rushing her into the Emergency Room.

After an obviously traumatic event, I looked back over to where the woman had been dumped, and found Brielle standing in the entry way by herself."

The memories of that night came flooding back instantly, and I could so clearly remember the way Brielle's strikingly beautiful green eyes, so lost and empty, stared straight through me.

"Can you describe what Brielle was wearing on the night of December 10th?" Michael asked.

"She wore a pink and purple sun dress with sandals."

"Did she have a coat?"

"Not that I saw, no."

"Did she appear clean?"

"No." I answered, shaking my head. "Her skin was dirty, her dress had various stains on it, and her hair did not look like it had been washed in days."

Our questioning continued back and forth as Michael asked about Brielle's experiences with me, and the positive progress she had made in my care.

"Jenn, can you describe the life you would be able to provide for Brielle?"

"Brielle would reside in a loving home, with a mother that fought for her and loves her. She would grow up surrounded by strong female and male role models, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. At no point in her life would she be subjected to drugs, or alcohol abuse. Brielle would have her own bed in her own room. She would be dressed appropriately, and provided three meals a day. In addition to this, Brielle would receive a quality education, and be given the opportunity and encouraged to participate in whatever extra curricular activities she chose. Brielle would also have plenty of opportunities to travel the world, which I feel would give her a well rounded perspective of the world."

I dreamed of providing a life for this little girl that truly deserved. Visions of family holidays, dance recitals, and hearing the giggling of little girls during sleepovers ran through my mind.

"Jennifer, has Brielle at all asked for her mother in the time she has been in your care?" Michael asked.

"Yes." I softly replied. "In the first few days, she asked every few hours about her mother and when she would see her."

"To the best of your knowledge, when was the last time Brielle asked for her mother?"

"The evening of December 14th."

Michael nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Jennifer. No further questions."

As he made his way back to his chair, Judge Garrison looked over at the defense table. "Miss. Douglass, your witness."

I knew that this woman's job was to tear me to shreds. It was her job to vilify me, in order to make her client look good. But I also knew that I was strong enough to handle whatever curve balls she through my way.

Standing up from her chair, Mariah Douglass was dressed in a lavender skirt suite that accentuated her darker skin tone. Her dark brown hair had been pinned back into a neat pony tail. She looked harmless enough, but I knew better than to let my guard down. Her fake smile said it all, she was ready for a battle.

"Miss. Lawrence, you were born and raised in Kentucky, correct?"

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, like ice cream that has been doused in syrup and candy.

"Yes ma'am, I was."

"As a result, you have quite a bit of family in the area." She added.

"Yes. My mother, father, two brothers, two sister in laws, nephew, and maternal grandparents are all residents of Louisville and the surrounding area."

"So it would be safe to assume that you've had quite a bit of help these past two weeks in caring for Brielle, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, it would." I answered, knowing where she was going with this. "For the past twelve days, I have been Brielle's primary caregiver. Though my immediate family has immensely enjoyed spending time with and getting to know Brielle. However, at the end of the day, it has been me providing for her. I have been the one giving baths, helping her brush her teeth, putting her into bed, and comforting her when she is sad. In the twelve days I have had her, Brielle has woken up in the middle of the night crying three times. On one occasion, she had wet the bed. All three times I was the one getting up and taking care of her."

Mariah nodded her head, and I watched as she paced back and forth, her hands folded together. Looking over to my family and friends, everyone's eyes were glued ahead at the scene unfolding.

"And just what exactly is your plan upon returning to California? After all, it's common knowledge that you are at this time one of Hollywood's most sought after actresses. Brielle is a five year old girl who will be starting kindergarten in the fall. Is she going to be on set with you for eleven, twelve hours a day? Who will be taking care of her when you have movie promotions all across the world? Can you promise this court that you will at all be a consistent caregiver?"

Looking me dead in the eye, her voice was harsh. "Without any type of familial support in the entire state of California, how is this child going to be taken care of?"

I refused to let her at all intimidate me.

"Well you see, with all due respect, that's where you and I disagree." I began.

"Miss. Douglass, if you glance over to my side of the courtroom, you will see sixteen people who have come out to support me. Three days before Christmas, they left their families just to be with me. My boyfriend celebrated Christmas in Australia early this year, just so he could be back for this. Adele left her family in London to be here. Julianne, Anna, and Aubrey flew in from New York, and Amy, Elizabeth, and Emma flew from California. Family is not just the people you are blood related to. These people have gone above and beyond to prove to me that they are willing to drop everything at any given time if I need them. They haven't even met Brielle yet. Imagine what they would be willing to do for her once they do know her."

She stood back as she thought of what her next move was going to be.

"Let's talk about the circus that took place outside the courthouse this morning upon your arrival. Why did Brielle have to be carried inside? She's a big girl, she can walk, can't she?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"There were dozens of reporters and photographers. Carrying Brielle was the best way to ensure her safety, and prevent her from being photographed." I explained.

"It's funny," She smirked. "Brielle never had to deal with paparazzi while in the care of her mother."

I watched as she turned her back towards me for a brief second. With disgust rising up inside of me at the sound of her remark, I shook my head. "Yeah, you know what else is funny? Brielle never had to witness someone overdose on heroin while she was in my care."

I immediately regretted giving into her game the second the words left my mouth. Mentally, I was kicking myself for allowing her to get to me.

Mariah paused momentarily before turning back on her heel.

"Your honor, move to strike the following comment." She argued.

"Sustained." Judge Garrison agreed. He looked down to me from his chair. "Miss. Lawrence, in the future, you will refrain from back talking to council."

"And you Miss. Douglass," He added, turning his attention back on her. "In the future, you can work on treating witnesses like genuine human beings. I'm sure you'll find that it will get you much further."

"Thank you, your honor, I'll keep that in mind."

Sitting back down in her chair, she looked back up at me, a sly expression on her face.

"Are you in a romantic relationship with anyone Miss. Lawrence?"

"Objection!"

Michael was up before I even had the chance to process a response.

"Relevance?"

Mariah glanced over at Michael before facing the judge.

"Relevance?" She sneered. "This woman is attempting to gain custody of a minor. I think the court has a right to know certain details about her personal life, include the type of people she would be exposing the child to."

"Sustained. Miss. Lawrence, you may answer." The judge instructed.

Great, just what I wanted.

"I have, for the past ten months been dating my boyfriend Liam. We currently maintain separate residences." I informed. Worry began to creep in as I tried to figure out where she was going to take this subject.

"Have you had any sexual relations with your boyfriend while Brielle has been if your care?"

"Objection!" Michael harshly yelled, rising up. "Unless the child walked in on a sexual act, of which we have no evidence of, my client's sex life is entirely irrelevant to this case."

"Overruled." The sound of the gavel hitting rang through my ears. "Miss. Douglass, allow me to remind you, we are here today to determine the best legal guardian for the child in question, this is not a smear campaign. Miss. Lawrence's sexual experiences are not on trial this morning. Please keep your questioning relevant to her abilities to parent a small child."

"Yes, your honor, my apologies."

The fake smile was back again.

Quickly, I glanced over to my side of the room. In the split second my eyes had to visualize, I noticed one thing.

Everyone was holding hands.

"What is this?" She questioned, leaning up against the stand. Her face was inches from mine. "Are you not getting enough publicity? Is this some kind of public image deal?"

I could feel my face begin to heat up. I knew what her tactic was, I knew she was just trying to push me until I cracked again. I knew that I had to stand my ground and remain calm. But the thought of someone believing that I had any motive other than love for wanting to adopt Brielle had anger rising up inside of me, threatening to boil over at any second.

"Your honor..." Michael defended, his voice tense.

"Miss. Douglass, you're treading on thin ice here." The judge warned her.

"What makes you think that you have the right to rip a child from her mother?! Money and fame does not give you the right to waltz into town whenever you feel like it and destroy people's lives!"

"I-"

My eyes began darting around the room, unsure of where to focus. My hands were shaking, and I could feel the tears beginning to form.

"If you are so desperate for a child, you are more than capable of going out and getting pregnant on your own!"

"That's not what-"

My mouth felt dry, I felt defenseless and helpless.

"You honest to God believe that a life full of cameras, an absent mother, and inconsistent caregivers is better just because she will be materialisticly provided for? Is that really what's best for Brielle, or is that what's best for you?" She bellowed, getting up in my face. Her intense screaming echoed off the walls and ripped my maternal instincts right out of me.

"I love her, and want a better life for her!" I screamed back, hot tears streaming down my cheek as I rose up. "And Goddamit I will give up my career in a heartbeat if that's what I have to do! Just tell me what I have to do to take this child and I swear I'll do it!" My hand slammed against the stand as I painfully glared down at her, my breathing heavy.

Sitting back in my chair, a crumbling, sobbing mess, I fell apart on the stand.

It was no longer about me, it had nothing to do with me. Yes, I was selfish in wanting Brielle, and keeping her with me. But if I really wasn't the best choice, if I was not an option, I just wanted her with someone who would love her and take care of her.

"I just want her to be safe and loved." I cried, my head in my hands.

"Miss. Douglass! Approach the bench, now!" Judge Garrison yelled. She walked meekly over. Rising up, he towered over the young attorney.

"I have already warned you once. You badger another witness in my courtroom, and I will have this case thrown out, do not tempt me. Let me assure you that what you are pulling here is in no way helping your client!"

Glancing between the judge and myself, she paused.

"No further questions."

Michael rose up. "Your honor, if I may, I'd like to request a brief ten minute recess to allow my client a moment to use the restroom and collect herself."

"Motion granted, we could all use a break. Court will reconvene at 12:10 exactly. Miss. Lawrence, you may step down." The judge stated.

I began to make my way down from the witness stand, feeling more emotionally drained than ever.

The bailiff, seeing my distress, made his way over to help me down. I knew this was going to be hard, I just didn't expect it to be this hard.

Escorting me out of the courtroom, I stopped mid track to look over at Marnie, and for a split second, we locked eyes.

Two women, both in their twenties, from such different worlds, both fighting for the same child.

In the end, only one of us truly wanted her.

"I love her." I whispered, pouring out my heartache and agony into those three small words.

The bailiff gently nudged me to keep walking, knowing we were not allowed to speak to each other.

Everyone stood up as I walked pass, offering to help. And though I knew they all felt the need to do something, I needed a moment to myself. I just needed ten minutes to myself.

I pushed my way into the bathroom and checked each stall to make sure it was empty. I was all alone. Instantly a blood curdling scream filled with anger and hatred rose up from inside of me and released, spilling emotions everywhere.

That helped slightly, I thought to myself as I stood alone in the middle of the room. But I needed more.

I walked into an empty stall, the last one on the left.

" .DAMNIT!" I screamed, my hand slamming against the metal door with each word that escaped my lips. The harsh sound echoed through the empty room.

"Fuck, fuck!"

Screaming, cursing, punching, I released every ounce of pain inside of me.

With one last hard punch, my hand made contact with the metal barrier one last time.

I stood there, panting, emotionally drained, and feeling wrecked.

We had only been at this an hour.

I opened the stall door which was, thankfully, still in one piece, and made my way over to the sink. As I turned the water on, I meekly looked up into the mirror, afraid of what I was going to see.

My mascara and eye liner ran down my face in streaks. My face was splotchy, my lip gloss wiped clean. Looking down at my hand, I realized it was beginning to throb with pain. In fact, I wasn't entirely sure I hadn't broken a bone in the midst of my emotional rage. About the only stable part of my appearance was my still tight and neat bun on top of my head. I was a complete mess and had...four minutes to clean myself up.

The door creeked open, and I looked over with baited breath to see my mother standing in the doorway. Immediately, I burst into tears all over again. My body became wracked with sobs.

"Jenn..." she whispered, heartbreak written all over her face.

"Their going to take my baby." I sobbed. Every fiber of my being hurt. The thought that there was even the slightest chance of losing Brielle was killing me.

"No, honey no."

She quickly walked over to me and grabbed me, holding onto me for dear my life.

"My baby...please don't let them take my baby." I continued to cry, my voice cracking. "Don't let them take her from me."

I could feel her kissing my head and gripping onto me.

"I love you, I love you..." She whispered repeatedly.

Pulling back from here, she looked up at me and began to wipe my tears.

"This fight is far from over, do you hear me? Far from over! Don't you dare give up, not yet!" She cried, holding my face n her hands.

"I know the love a mother has for her child, I know I would never give up on you. Don't give up on Brielle."

I nodded my head as I swallowed and sniffled, trying my absolute to fight against the agony that was swallowing me whole.

"You've been more of a mother to this little girl than her own mother has in five years. Brielle is depending on you, Jenn. Make her proud."

"Okay." I croaked.

My mother kissed my forehead. "And remember," she said. "they still haven't seen the video yet."