"These are your good years, don't take my advice, you never wanted the nice boys anyway!" I shouted.

"Why are you singing Fall Out Boy's Christmas song?" Jack asked.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Besides the fact that it's the middle of May?" He laughed.

"You watch Home Alone every weekend." I said.

"Fair enough." He smiled.

"Who wants to watch Paranormal 3 with me?" Alex screamed from the back lounge.

No one said anything.

Alex came running into the front lounge and stared at us. "Why don't you want to watch a movie with me?"

I sighed. "Honestly, I don't care about movies right now. I just want this damn baby out of me."

"Only another month, Annabeth." Alex grinned.

I smiled. "True."

"Annie, can I hold your tummy?" Jack asked.

I nodded. In the past few months, I'd gotten used to people touching my belly.

Jack cradled my belly in his hands and right at that moment, the baby kicked.

"Oh my gosh!" Jack gasped.

I giggled. "Pretty amazing right?"

He nodded. For the first time ever, Jack was speechless.

Alex smiled.

"Jacky, you can let go now. I think he's done kicking for a while." I whispered.

He nodded and let go.

I held my hand out and Alex helped me stand up.

We walked/waddled into the back lounge and I was Paranormal Activity 3 with Alex.

When the movie got over, I curled up on the end of the couch and fell asleep.

"Trish, what are you doing?" I asked.

I was back at home, sitting on my bed, with Trish rifling through my desk drawers.

"Looking for fun things to play with?" She said, tossing a nearly empty notebook to the side.

"Well stop. We can just call Ben and Kyle and go party with them." I said.

"No, I don't wanna hang out with Ben and Kyle. It's girls' night tonight." She said.

"Then what are we supposed-?" I began.

"What the fuck are these?" Trish screamed and pulled out a small box.

I squinted to look at it. My razor blades.

"It's nothing." I muttered.

"Annabeth, pull your sleeves up." She commanded.

"No." I refused.

"Annabeth." She grabbed my wrist and I winced.

She tore my sleeve up, exposed the relatively new cuts.

"What the fuck did you do?" She said.

"It's because of Daddy." I whispered.

I remember this, it was the fall of 2009, I was about 13. My dad had just passed away from cancer, I was depressed. I wanted to escape, so I did.

Trish hugged my tightly. "You know you can talk to me about it, right? You can talk to me about anyting, you know I'll listen."

"I know." I whispered. "I just can't."

"Why?"

"With all of the shit that keeps going on in my life, my dad, Kevin, my mom, Roy... With all of that bullshit, Trish, you should be asking 'why not?'" I said.

"I'm sorry, Annabeth. I can't imagine how you feel. But I love you okay." She whispered.

"I love you too." I sobbed and leaned my head against her shoulder.

That was the moment I realized I had a best friend.

I woke up and suddenly and realized I was crying. I missed Trish. She would never get to see my baby, or have one of her own. We wouldn't be the best friend old ladies who sat on the porch of the retirement home together, like we always joked about.

Alex was instantly by my side, "Baby, honey, what's wrong?"

I sobbed and shook my head.

"Bad dream?" He asked.

"No." I wiped my face. "I miss Trish."

"I know, I know." He whispered and held me close.

Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. "Ah."

"What? What's wrong?" Alex said.

"That was a really hard kick, I think." I breathed.

Another shot of pain. "Okay, that's not a kick."

I felt something wet seep through my sweats. "Alex, we need to go to the hospital. I think I'm going into labor."

He froze. "What?"

"The baby! He's coming!" I shouted.