DISLCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT! I WISH I WAS THAT LUCKY…
Once we had finalized all the details for the apartment, we returned back to Florida. The next day my mom didn't waste anytime in buying furniture for the apartment. We would buy it here and it would be shipped and moved into the apartment. I thought my mom was going overboard with this, but she kept insisting to let her do this for the baby. I couldn't deny her that.
I spoke to my father and was surprised to find out, he was selling the house in Forks. I asked him why but he only told me that it held too many bad memories. I couldn't agree more. I was about finished with completing my high school credits. I knew my mom was sad that she couldn't see me walk across the stage, but she respected my wishes.
My due date was toward the end of May, about a month away. I had already picked a name for my little girl. She was going to be named Chloe Marybelle. I thought Chloe was a really cool name and I didn't want my daughter to be punished with a formal and boring name like mine. When I told my mom the name she automatically loved it. And I couldn't help but wonder if Edward would have liked the name if he were here.
But he wasn't here and he probably wouldn't care. So I had to suck it up for the sake of my daughter. Even though she gives me crazy cravings, kicks me like a soccer ball, and makes me want to pee a lot, I still loved her and it was all worth it. And I had to admit that I didn't want to share her with anybody else.
Right now my mother and I were walking through the baby aisles, to find baby clothes and bedding. It was a like a pink and blue tornado had passed through. I was just pretty much overwhelmed. My mom had gone shopping for Chloe before because I was scared that my feet and back would start to hurt. But when I saw the little tiny baby clothes, I just had to go see the rest of the possible choice myself.
"Ohh, how about this one?" My mom had been asking this question over and over again ever since we stepped into the baby store. I looked at the clothing in her hand. It was pink and fairly simple. I nodded my head yes. We finished looking at the rest of the stuff and decided to go to the cashiers and pay. We walked out of the store and proceeded to go to the food court for some lunch. My stomach was bothering me and everything was starting to hurt.
Then the unexpected happened.
My water broke. Some sort of liquid was running down my legs and I panicked. Then an unbelievable pain went through me and I couldn't help but to cry out. At last my mom finally registered that I was in labor and started to freak out. I had to take matters into my own hands now. I grabbed her cell phone and proceeded to call her husband.
"Hello?" Phil answered. I could tell he was watching some sort of sport.
"Phil, I need you to grab the baby bag and meet us at the airport. I am in labor and your wife is freaking out. Apparently this situation was funny to him and he started to laugh.
"You think this if funny Mister?" My voice was getting higher with each word. That shut him up. Several times he had gotten the wrath of my pregnancy hormones and I knew he didn't want to get a verbal whipping again.
"No Bella, there was something on TV," he rambled for an excuse. I knew he was lying, but I led it slide.
"What HELL are you doing watching TV when you should be out the house already?" I hung up the phone. If he wasn't there, I will personally kick his sorry behind. Now I had to work on calming down my mother, so she could take me to the hospital.
"Mom, you need to calm down and take me to the hospital, so you can see Chloe," I tried to sound calm and reassuring but it didn't help that I was in pain. Something finally clicked in her brain and she started to lead me to her car.
Once I was in the car and on my way there, I called the hospital so that they were ready for me. My mom was speaking gibberish. It would be a funny if I wasn't in this situation. When we walked into the ER, I was put into a room near the NICU because the baby was premature. I was worried that Chloe wouldn't come out perfectly healthy.
I was screaming profanities the whole time I was in labor. My mom looked absolutely terrified, but Sophia had come in to console her. Phil had stayed in the waiting room. I think he was too scared to come in. I didn't blame him. Finally when I had dilated 10 centimeters, the doctor said I could push. I pushed and it hurt. The only thing that got me through it, was the fact that I would see Chloe. Finally I heard my precious baby cry and I was relieved and waited for the pain to subside.
I wanted to immediately hold her, but they said that they had to check her up before they let me hold her. It was the longest hour of my life. She had puff of hair that was on top of her head. It was the same exact color of Edward's hair. I still didn't know the color of her eyes, but I wished it was the same as Edward. I wouldn't want to punish her with my average looks.
My mom was taking pictures as if she were paparazzi. She was so hyper and excited to finally see Chloe. I was hesitant at first to let my mother hold her because she was so hyper, but I handed her over and she calm down the instant Chloe was in her arms. Sophia and Phil got the chance to hold her and take picture. I was so exhausted bought I fought sleep so I could have a few more moments with my baby girl.
I stayed in the hospital until the next day, but I would have to return every week for the first couple of months because Chloe was premature. My baby had finally opened her eyes to reveal the same emerald eyes her father had. I was grateful.
For the next couple of months, Chloe had grown so fast. My mom was always dressing her up and bouncing her around the house. She was really good baby and always like the attention on her.
Finally it was time to go to New York. On countless days, my mom tried to convince me to stay in Florida. She was so attached to her granddaughter. My father had yet to see her and would be picking us up from the airport. Sophia was excited. She had never been on a plane. She was young with nothing holding her back. New York was going to be good for her. Sophia, Chloe, and I were on the plane after a very emotional goodbye with my mother.
She couldn't come on the plane, but she would see us soon because Phil had a game against the Yankees and also the Mets. She would get to spend 2 weeks with her grandbaby.
For the rest of the trip, I watched Chloe stuck her fist into her mouth and look up at me with wide eyes. She looked so much like her father. I knew I couldn't go back to Forks because you could easily recognize the resemblance. It was sad to come to that realization but as long as I had my little girl with me, I was happy.
Sophia and I had orientation tomorrow and we were going to take Chloe. I didn't care what others would think when they saw me with Chloe. I really hoped they would think she is my daughter. I was so happy to be a mother that I didn't really give a damn if people made their own assumptions.
We landed and I saw automatically saw my dad leaning against an SUV. Chloe was in her stroller and we walked towards him. He looked down and he was already in a daze. My dad looked worn out from lack sleep. He really needed to rest or something bad was going to happen, but I decided to leave that thought for later and enjoy this moment now. I would press the situation in the car.
I watched as Charlie bend down and run his finger over Chloe's cheek. She didn't seem to mind. She extended her fist toward him and he smiled one of those loving, warm-your-heart kind of smiles.
He looked up to me and whispered, "She's a beauty."