"Would you like to hold her?"

It was a question that Amelia had positively had an answer to a few minutes ago, but now that her baby girl was right there, right in front of her, she wasn't so sure if that was the right decision. The newborn's wailing caused Amelia's heart to feel like it was being stuck by lots of little needles. She knew that nothing was wrong with her, she just was getting used to life outside the womb. But, Amelia wanted to protect her from everything. So, she found herself saying yes.

A few moments later, that child was in her arms, and her cries had quieted a little bit. Carolyn stood by Amelia's bedside, saying how she thought it wasn't a good idea that Amelia was holding her, but in that moment, everything and everyone else seemed to disappear as the baby opened her eyes for the first time, and looked directly at her mother.

She had big blue eyes, Amelia's blue eyes. Rationally, Amelia knew that most babies had blue eyes at birth, so there was a chance that they would change color, and wouldn't actually stay blue, but there was something different about her eyes. They were a shade of blue that she had never seen before in an infant. Babies born with blue eyes all relatively had the same rich, medium shade of blue in their irises; but her baby's eyes were very light blue. They were the exact color of Amelia's eyes.

"Mom, I want to keep her," The teenager turned to face her mother, her eyes full of pure hope and bliss.

Carolyn shook her head. "No, Amelia, you made a commitment to adoption. You can't take care of a baby by yourself."

"She won't be by herself," Derek spoke as he walked into the delivery room, his beaming fiancé, Addison standing behind him. "She has us. Nancy probably won't be too much help and Lizzie is pretty busy with college, but I guarantee that Kate would be willing to help out too. I'm also hoping she'll have you, mom. Amelia, if this is what you want to do, we'll help. If you want to keep your daughter, we'll stand behind you."

Amelia couldn't help it as a smile worked its way onto her face, reaching all the way up to her eyes. She knew that being a recovered addict, and a mom at sixteen would be hard, but she wanted to do it. She knew she could do it.

"Mom?"

Mrs. Shepherd stood next to her youngest child, still looking at her disapprovingly. She sighed, and gently touched her granddaughter's head full of hair, feeling her brunette curls in between her fingers.

"Amelia, parenting is a full time job. You don't get to just throw in the towel when it gets hard."

"I know mom. I'm committed to this. I'm committed to her," Her gaze shifted to the now sleeping baby that was peacefully lying in her arms. "I can do this, I know I can. Please?" Amelia had already been forced to grow up way too early, with the drug and alcohol addictions, pregnancy, and now having a baby. She was no longer a teenager, but an adult. However, this didn't stop her from using the best pouted lip face that she could.

The brunette woman sighed once again, and nodded. "Alright. But you have to be the one to tell that very hopeful couple that they're not adopting a baby today."

Carolyn exited the room, and Derek and Addison followed behind her, figuring Amelia and the Youngs' would need some alone time.

"Hi Amelia!" Rachel exclaimed as she entered the room, her husband, Isaac standing behind her. Smiles were plastered on both of their faces, and Amelia felt incredibly terrible for what she was about to do.

"How are you feeling?" Isaac asked, trying to make Amelia feel as comfortable as possible. If she needed anything, like ice chips or even a hug, he would be the person to go to. After all, it was the least he could do for her. She was giving them a baby for Christ's sake!

Rachel's eyes traveled down to the sleeping baby in Amelia's arms, as her heart fluttered. "Oh my gosh, she's beautiful. Can I hold her?"

Amelia nodded, swallowing a sob that had formed a lump in her throat. To answer Isaac's question, she just gave him a slight smile as if to say "I'm doing fine." But Amelia wasn't doing fine. She was about to break these nice people's hearts.

"Hi baby," Rachel cooed down at little girl, who was now letting out a big yawn.

"R-Rachel.. Isaac.. I need.. I need to tell you something."

It sounded like Amelia was choking on her words, and she probably was. In all honesty, she was doing everything she could to even keep from crying.

Rachel's eyes turned alert, and her instincts turned on. "What's wrong? Is something wrong with her?"

"No, nothing is wrong with her. It's just that.." She didn't know how to spit out the words she was looking for. It didn't seem like Amelia would be able to finish her sentence, but Rachel caught on before she could even have a chance to try and explain.

"You're keeping her, aren't you?" The blonde woman's expression was now stone cold as she handed the baby back to Amelia. Not another word was spoken as she got up and left the room, her husband quickly following behind her.

Amelia felt terrible; but she had her baby girl. And to her, that was all that mattered.

It was now just Amelia and her mini me, all alone, although she knew her family probably wasn't more than a few rooms away.

"Hey kid," Amelia kissed the top of the newborn's forehead, and sighed happily. "I'm your mommy. I know that I've made some bad decisions in the past, but you were definitely not one of them. And I promise to be better now. I will be better for you. Because I love you babygirl, and promise to keep loving you until I die a very old woman."

Of course, the baby was asleep again, and hadn't heard any of that, but Amelia's eyes welled up with tears anyways. She held them back.

"Oh! I just realized you don't have a name yet."

Amelia scrunched her face up a little bit, trying to see every little detail of the baby's face. Finally, there was only one name that would fit her little angel.

"I think I'll call you Harper."

It was Amelia's big day. She was finally out of high school; she was free. No more studying for stupid tests that didn't matter. No more missing out on her daughter's milestones because she was busy doing Calculus homework.

Well, she was free for about 3 months, until college started.

"Momma?" Harper pointed up at the big stage, where Amelia had just received her diploma, and was pumping her fists in the air.

"That's right babe, that's your momma." Addison Montgomery smiled at the toddler currently sitting on her lap. They were sitting in uncomfortable fold out chair in Amelia's very crowded high school gymnasium, so Addison didn't exactly want the sweaty critter that was Harper to sit on her lap. But, she couldn't say no to those wide eyes that had looked up at her, and the chubby little fists that tugged at her dress.

Plus, she wanted to see Nancy, Lizzie and Carolyn jealous.

Derek sat to Addison's left, and to her right was the rest of the Shepherd clan, minus Kathleen and her kids. They were currently on vacation in Florence, and hadn't been able to book a flight back in time. They did however, send their love.

Nancy's twin boys, Vincent and Grant were impatiently wiggling around in their seats, the only ones that weren't behaving. They were eight at the time, but Nancy still assured everyone that her children were perfectly well behaved, and had been since birth.

Once all of the diplomas were handed out, Amelia stood up once again, and walked over to the podium. Usually, the class valedictorian was the one to give the speech, but he had come down with a terrible case of the flu two days before graduation. When Amelia was asked to give the speech, she was dumbfounded as to why they would want her, but she agreed anyways.

She prayed that she wouldn't trip, and luckily she didn't. "Uh, hi. I'm not the valedictorian like you were all expecting. I'm just Amelia.." Amelia looked down at her notes, and realized that her hands were shaking. She was more nervous than she had thought. "I'm not super talented, super popular, super anything really. However, I'm super surprised that I'm standing up here right now, looking out at so many people that I love. If you had told me 2 years ago that I would be graduating high school, let alone going to college and then med school, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, minutes away from throwing this little tasseled cap up in the air. This is probably the world's shortest speech, and I'm sure that whatever Jason had would have been better. But, the end of this speech officially means the end of high school. We are graduated!" She threw her cap up in the air, smiling brightly.

Then, the ceremony was over, and Amelia was hurrying off of the stage to greet her family. Harper even lept off of Addison's lap, and ran down the aisle, and into her mother's arms.

"Momma!" Harper was wearing an adorable pink dress and matching headband, picked out by Addison of course. That woman was going to turn a 2 year old into a fashion diva.

"Hey you!" Amelia yelled, embracing her daughter, as she accepted a very wet kiss on the lips. She picked the girl up, and went to see the rest of her family. After Amelia was hugged by Lizzie, Harper instantly leapt from her mother's arms into her aunt's.

The last person to hug Amelia was Derek, who looked so happy that he was about to cry. "I'm so proud of you, Amy."

She kissed his cheek, and hugged him as fiercely as she could. "I love you, Der."

"I love you too, my little high school graduate."

After the graduation, the family had retreated back to Carolyn's house for Amelia's post graduation party. It was basically just a fancy way of saying it was a family gathering. All of Amelia's friends had graduated today as well, and were spending time with their own families. She had expected to just have a nice meal with her immediate family, so when 40+ smiling faces greeted her at the house, she was shocked.

Her aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, were all there. Everyone was.

Including him.

She hadn't seen him in over three years, ever since she had told him that she was pregnant, and he bailed. She wasn't expecting to ever see him again.

"Ethan." It wasn't a question, it was purely a statement. She was unsure of how to react. And Harper. She couldn't let Harper see him. She would ask who he was, and Amelia wouldn't know what to tell her. She couldn't lie to a two year old, could she? She lied to her about Santa Claus and the fact that if you didn't brush your teeth a monster would come and get you, so why couldn't she lie to her about this?

Great parenting Amelia.

"Amelia. You look great." Ethan smiled that dopey, half smile, just like she had remembered. That smile was what had drawn her to him in the first place. Harper had the same smile.

"Wh- What are you doing here?"

"I heard you graduated. Your mother invited me."

"My mother invited you? Great." Amelia couldn't believe that her mother would pull a stunt like this, especially after all the shit he'd put her and their whole family through.

"She also informed me that I have a healthy and happy two year old daughter that doesn't have a father, Amelia. How could you keep her from me all of this time?"

She hadn't been expecting that. It was like a slap in the face. "Oh, I kept her from you? Really, that's what you're going with? You knew I was pregnant. Hell, you were the first person that I told. You ran away, remember? I raised Harper with no help from you, and that definitely wasn't my choosing. I wanted her to have a mom and a dad. But you know what? She doesn't, she has a mom and a grandma, aunts and uncles and cousins. They would all do anything for her, they all stayed. But where were you, Ethan?"

The whole party had now gone silent, and everyone was looking at Amelia and Ethan, who were standing in the middle of the yard in an obviously heated arguement. Addison noticed this, and quickly tried to usher all of the other guests inside. She was a WASP; she knew how to put on a fake smile and pretend that nothing bad was happening.

"You know what? I'm done. Get off my yard." Amelia took one last look at the man before turning around and going back inside the house, where she was instantly greeted by Lizzie, who currently had Harper in her arms. She would deal with yelling at her mother later, but right now she needed to have a little joy.

"Who was that man, mommy?" Harper innocently asked. Just like Addison had done, Amelia put on a fake smile, and placed her daughter on her left hip.

"Nobody babe. Now, I'm hungry. Who wants cake?"

Harper Shepherd sat on her bed, flipping lazily through the pages of some gossip magazine while running one hand through her dark hair. It was a pleasant rhythm of flipping a page and twisting a curl, and wasn't interrupted until Amelia walked into the fifteen year old's room, knowing that the bomb she was about to drop on her would be devastating.

"Oh, hey mom. I was just about to ask, did you forget to make dinner, or is it my night? Because I'm starting to get hungry."

"No Harper, it's my night. I actually need to talk to you about something for a minute."

The teenager didn't look up, but nodded her head, barely recognizing that Amelia was talking.

"Harper, I'm serious. I really need to talk to you about something. Could you put that magazine down for a second please?"

Harper groaned, but eventually put down the trashy gossip, and looked up at her mother. "You have your serious face on. You only get that look when you tell me that you're dating a new guy, or someone has died. Which is it?"

"Ha ha, very funny." Amelia kept her serious tone, but inside she was laughing. She had taught her daughter the skill of sarcasm quite well. "Do you remember how I was talking about looking for a new job?" The teen nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I found one. Aunt Addison works at this practice in Los Angeles, and I did an interview the other night via webcam, and they offered me the position. It makes a lot more money than my current job, and-"

"Wait, LA? That's on the other side of the country. I'm not going."

Amelia took a seat on Harper's bed, making the mattress dip as she watched her obviously pissed off daughter stand up and start pacing.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you don't really have a choice. Plus you'll get to be closer to Addison. We're staying with her actually, so you can see her whenever you'd like."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Okay."

"Really?"

"No!"

Eventually the yes won out, because a week later, the two were sitting in the car, one concentrated on driving, and the other with earbuds in, drowning out the world with the angsty sounds of My Chemical Romance. Ever since she had found out that she was going to have to leave all of her friends behind and move across the country, Harper had started dressing in all black and listening to alternative music. Usually the song was about the singer's "tortured life," which Harper thought that she could relate to. As far as she was concerned, moving to Los Angeles was the worst possible thing that could happen to a person.

A few times, Amelia had tried to start a conversation with her mini me, but all she got was a few mumbles, so she gave up.

They got to Los Angeles two days after their trip had started, occasionally stopping to sleep or go the the bathroom. Amelia had insisted on driving, even though she knew that it would take a few days, a lot longer than a plane ride. She thought that maybe during the car ride, she could get through to Harper. However, right now it was proving to be impossible, so she was really regretting her decision.

Addison had said she was working today, so it would be a good idea if they went to the practice instead of waiting outside of her house for hours. Granted, it was right off of the beach so it would have been fine, but Addison insisted. Amelia pulled her car into the parking lot, and got out once she had turned the engine off. Harper was still listening to music, and was probably going to be a pain to have to get out of the car. Amelia went around to the passenger's side, and opened the door, before yanking an earbud out of the unsuspecting girl's ear. "Hey, Gerard Way, we're here. Time to get out of the car and put on a happy face."

Even though she really didn't want to, Harper did as she was told, but avoided looking at Amelia. She walked fast through the practice doors, her sighing mother trailing behind her.

"Harper Shepherd, is that you?" A beaming Addison Montgomery stood by the reception desk, in awe as her niece (technically not anymore, but she would always be family in her mind) walked in with Amelia in tow. "Hi Addie." Harper graciously accepted the hug from her beloved aunt. She had always been close with Addison, but ever since Addison had moved to Seattle and then Los Angeles, they had grown further and further apart. It had been three years since they'd laid eyes on each other in person, and not just over a Skype call.

"I see you still wear those those ridiculously tall heels," Harper commented on Addison's shoes, that were currently making her over six feet tall. She was already a tall woman, but the few extra inches made her tower over everyone, even men. So for someone like Harper who was only a few inches above five feet, she seemed like a giant.

Addison laughed and put an arm around the teen. "And I see you still have Amelia's mouth."

"Talking about me?" Amelia raised an eyebrow. "I've been here ten seconds and already you've managed to insult me and my child. Well done Addison." The redhead chuckled lightly, and embraced Amelia as well. "It's been too long, Amy."

"Amelia. Derek is the only one allowed to call me Amy anymore."

"Well then, it's been too long Amelia. Come on! I want you guys to come meet everyone! They're going to love you." Addison linked arms with Harper and Amelia, one of them on either side of her. She led them to the elevator, and up a few floors. This seemed to be a pretty good sized practice, so the saying appeared to be true. Everything really was bigger and better in LA.

There was apparently a kitchen here too. Harper was more used to hospitals, as her mother had always worked in large complexes, but she had been to a few medical practices in her lifetime. None of them were this nice.

"Everyone, I want you to meet some people," Harper was now standing in the middle of the trio, looking at all of the people that her mother would be working with. "This is Amelia Shepherd, the new neurologist that is going to be working here. She also happens to be one of my closest friends. And this is her daughter, Harper." Addison pointed to the two, each taking a turn smiling and greeting everyone once they were introduced.

"I'm Violet Turner, therapist." A kind looking curly haired woman spoke first, smiling at the unfamiliar pair. "Cooper Freedman, pediatrics."

"Charlotte King, urologist and sexologist."

"Sexologist? That's a thing?" That earned a glare from Amelia, to which Harper quickly shut up.

"Sorry, that was rude."

Charlotte laughed. "No, it's perfectly okay. And yes, it's very much a thing."

Next Pete, Dell and Sheldon introduced themselves, and soon it was Sam and Naomi's turn, but they already knew this girl. Maya was about a year older than Harper, and the two had played together a lot when they were younger. "Harper Shepherd. Wow, what are you now, 25?" Naomi reached out for a hug, and she accepted. Aunt Nai had always been one of her favorite people, and she was definitely more aunt-like than Nancy. "15, but you were close."

From the corner, Charlotte snorted. "I like this girl."

"Hey everybody. Coffee, I need some coffee." Amelia poured herself a cup of coffee from the pot that was sitting on the countertop, still warm. She turned around to see everyone silently staring at her, so she set the mug on the counter, and put her hands up mockingly. "Okay, sorry I took all of the coffee, but I promise to make a fresh pot." Suddenly she was enveloped in a very unexpected hug from Sheldon, who had seemed to appear out of thin air. "Wow. Okay, hi."

Once he pulled away, Amelia smiled. "Did Ryan come by and tell you guys already? I'm engaged. Hello!"

Addison couldn't take it anymore, so she stepped forward and slapped the woman square in the face. "Woah, what the hell was that?"

"We called the police. We haven't seen you in twelve days. Nobody has. You left your teenage daughter alone. All you left behind was a five word note. 'Be back soon, Love Mom.' Luckily, Harper called Addison when she got home from school and you weren't there. We thought you were dead, Amelia."

"Twelve days?" Amelia was shocked. She was sure that it hadn't been that long. Two days at the most.

Addison cleared her throat. "Are you currently high, Amelia?"

The brunette would have pretended that she was offended by the question, but she couldn't blame Addison for asking. "No. But I was. Ryan, h-he helped me. I spent eleven of those twelve days going to AA meetings, and getting sober. Three meetings a day."

"You're okay?"

"I'm okay."

The next day when Amelia arrived at work, it was eerily quiet. So quiet that she knew something was up. "Hello?" She called out when the elevator doors opened. There were no patients or doctors walking around. Maybe the practice was closed today, and they had just forgotten to tell her.

Finally she saw a head of red hair that she recognized. "Hey, Addison. Where is everybody?"

"Can we talk to you for a minute?" Addison asked, ignoring the brunette's question. They walked into the waiting room where most of the chairs had been cleared out, and only a few were set up now. There was a woman with grey hair sitting at the head of the group.

"Hello." Amelia said, confused as to what everyone was doing here.

"Hi, Amelia. I'm Lenny."

Amelia looked at the group of doctors in front of her, and pointed to Lenny. "Does she have a brain tumor, a giant carcinoma that she wants me to excise? That had better be what is going on here."

"Amelia, everybody here cares about you, and they'd like you to stay and listen to what they have to say. Will you do that?" The gray haired woman spoke carefully.

"An intervention? An intervention?" Amelia laughed. "Okay. You know what? I have patients to see."

"There are no patients coming today. Today is about you." Sam spoke up.

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

"Amelia-" Lenny started, but was quickly interrupted by the angry woman who looked like she was about to burst at the seams at any minute.

"Doctor. Doctor Shepherd, and I know how an intervention works. You're not the one who talks. You are just the party planner. One of you one of you is supposed to have the guts to speak up instead of hiding behind this chick. One of you has to have the balls to say something to me. Do you? Any of you?" When none of them replied, she took that as a no, and a way out. "Okay. Great intervention. I have been intervened upon. I will see you tomorrow." She clicked the down button on the elevator panel, and got on once the doors opened. Addison stood in between them, forcing them to stay open.

"If you don't get off the elevator, I will fire you."

"Then I quit."

Now Charlotte was standing up, and took a place next to Addison in blocking the doors. "Amelia, get off the elevator, or I'll call the police on you."

"And tell them what?"

"And tell them you've been writing prescriptions for your own personal drug use."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, actually, I do."

Amelia sighed, and got out of the elevator. Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked away from the group. "Okay. Fine. I will stay at the practice."

"Amelia-" Charlotte began.

"I said I would stay at the practice. I did not say I would hang out with you."

Once Amelia was out of earshot, Lenny turned to face the whole group. "She's going to go into withdrawal soon."

"What?" It was Sam that asked the simple question that everyone had been wondering for all of today.

"She's using. At a certain point, she's going to go into withdrawal. That's our chance. We just have to keep her here till that happens."

"Yeah, but she's not high right now."

"Yes, she is."

"No, she's not." Sam and Sheldon said in unison.

"She is. She'll be coming through those doors any minute. Her high will be on its way out, and we stand between her and getting out of here to get more drugs. She'll be a little bit sweaty, irritable, twitchy, tweaking. My guess is, she's an oxy girl? Nothing like oxycodone to turn a nice girl into bitch on wheels. Any minute She's coming through those doors." There was a full minute of silence and exchanges of awkward glances before the clacking sound of Amelia's heels was heard. She took a seat on the empty couch, and looked at the ground.

"Whatever you have to say, spit it out so I can go. I don't have all day. Who's talking first?"

Slowly, Violet half raised her hand, and moved to sit next to Amelia on the couch. "Perfect. Shrink talk. My favorite."

Violet ignored Amelia's comment, and started to speak. "So, um, we're not we're not close, so I don't have anything personal to say. I was just gonna ask you if you're feeling okay. You're sweating and your foot is shaking."

"And you're aging and your husband hates you. So, you know, things could be worse for me." Amelia laughed at her own snide sense of humor that was only being amplified by the drugs.

"Amelia!"

"It's okay, Pete. It's okay. She's scared. She's lashing out. I've had patients that are angrier than you and sicker than you, so I can take it."

The brunette nodded. "Awesome. Are you looking for applause, as usual?"

"Amelia!" Pete yelled again from his spot between Charlotte and the empty spot that was Violet's chair.

"It's okay, Pete."

"No, I-it's not okay."

"Honestly, Pete, all I have been able to think since I saved your pathetic life is, was it worth it? Cause you're kind of a tool. I mean, maybe saving you was a waste of my energy. Maybe it was a waste of my mad, mad surgical skills. Maybe you're a waste of life. Maybe angel-of-death dude should call it a day and swallow some pills yourself. What do you say, cross on over to the other side? It'd give your wife some great material for her next book, and she'd love that. That's her thing raping her personal experiences for attention. Oops. Did I say rape? Sorry, Charlotte."

Everyone sat there in silence unsure of what to say. Even Lenny was in shock. It was Amelia who broke the silence.

"Is this all there is, your big intervention just screwed up people telling me how screwed up I am? Because last I checked, I'm a world-class neurosurgeon with a near-perfect surgical record. So if you want to intervene, fine. I can go all day."

"Can you? Go all day?" Lenny asked, keeping the even tone to her voice. She knew that Amelia was going to break soon, soon her high would be over, so she would want to leave to go find more drugs. They had to get through to her soon, or she would probably go crazy and kill someone. People under the influence of drugs could do things they had no idea they were doing.

"Are we talking in riddles now? Are you the riddler? Are you riddling me stuff right now? Because I might need a pen to write this down."

"I gotta admit, I'm kind of loving you right now. I am loving you." Lenny laughed. "You are winning better than Charlie Sheen. As long as I overlook the fact that you're a giant oxy addict who's killing herself. Everyone here is in agreement. You will no longer be enabled."

"Enabled? Is that one of your special S.A.T. words?"

It was now Addison's turn to speak, so Violet moved off of the couch and let Amelia's sister sit there instead.

"I'll change the locks. Until you get help, I'll change the locks. You can't live at my house anymore, and you won't see Harper. I will throw you out. Then I will call in your mother and your brother and your sisters, and then I will call the medical board and report you, because I love you, Amelia, but I will not love you to death."

At that moment, the elevator doors dinged, and Harper herself walked out, looking around at everyone in the room. She recognized them all, except for two. Lenny and her mother. She had never seen Amelia like this. She had gotten sober before she found herself pregnant with Harper, and the young girl had never had to deal with her mother's drug problems before.

"Harper Grace Shepherd, I thought I told you to stay home," Addison scolded the teenager who pulled up a chair next to the couch Amelia and Addison were sitting on. "Yeah, well I didn't listen." Harper looked her mother in the eyes. They used to have the same eyes. 'The perfect shade of blue' as they had often been described by various people they knew. Except now Amelia's were lifeless and unrecognizable. When she saw Harper, she opened her mouth to speak, but her daughter beat her to it.

"No, you're going to listen to me. If you keep up at this, you're going to kill someone. You're going to walk into some OR, you're going to get behind the wheel of a car, and you're going to kill someone, mom. That's where this goes. And when you do- when you do that, you're not going to be able to come back from it. Maybe you get sober, but you don't come back. I know you, mom. You'll spend every day trying to be a better person, trying to save a life, trying to make it right. But you can't give that mother back her child or that husband back his wife. You walk and you talk and you breathe, and sometimes you'll even smile or laugh, but you don't come back."

"Okay, I gotta ask. What is the point of this now? She's so high, she can't even listen to us." Pete was clearly still outraged at what Amelia had said to Violet.

"I'm listening." The words was spoken quietly, but still loud enough to be audible. "What Harper said was very beautiful and real. And I worry about that. I do."

Harper took Amelia's hand in hers. "Just give us 30 days clean and sober then you can start over again. A clean slate."

Now Amelia was on the verge of tears. "That sounds nice, but I don't think I can do it."

"Oh, you can. I know you can. We'll help you. I'll help you. Mom, please. There's a great rehab facility. They have a bed waiting for you. It's right near the ocean."

"Will you come, too?"

"I'll come see you every day. I promise."

A/N: (dt all of my readers!) I could honestly make a whole separate story dealing with the concept of Amelia keeping Harper. I stole a lot of dialogue from 5x09 of Private Practice, but I really felt that I needed to incorporate part of that storyline in. I hope you guys enjoyed, and like always, FOLLOW, FAVORITE, AND REVIEW!