I just want to say something before you read this chapter; I realize that I probably had everything that happened in the courtroom wrong. I'm obviously not a lawyer or anything in that sort; I'm just a writer. I used my imagination on how I think everything should have happened. So please, ignore the things that I got wrong or whatever. I wrote this a long time ago and there are things that I would have changed if I had written it now.
Anyways, enjoy this next chapter! It's kind of an "update" chapter on how everything is going for the gang :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Mama's Song" by Carrie Underwood.
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Tori's POV
With Andre at the piano and me at the microphone, I looked out at everyone at our wedding reception. It might sound cheesy and cliché, but we got married on Valentine's Day. We thought it would be the perfect day and it was. One of the best parts about the wedding was our little girl as the flower girl. She looked so gorgeous.
"This is a song I wrote for my mom," I looked at my mom and she smiled widely. She had no idea about this. "I love you, Mommy," I said in the microphone and then Andre started playing notes on the piano. Before long, I started to sing the words to my song, "Mama's Song."
Mama, you taught me to do the right things
So now you have to let your baby fly
You've given me everything that I will need
To make it through this crazy thing called life
And I know you watched me grow up and only want what's best for me
And I think I found the answer to your prayers
And he is good, so good
He treats your little girl like a real man should
He is good, so good
He makes promises he keeps
No, he's never gonna leave
So don't you worry about me
Don't you worry about me
Mama, there's no way you'll ever lose me
Giving me away is not goodbye
As you watch me walk down to my future
I hope tears of joy are in your eyes
Cause he is good, so good
And he treats your little girl like a real man should
He is good, so good
He makes promises he keeps
No, he's never gonna leave
So don't you worry about me
Don't you worry about me
And when I watch my baby grow up
I'll only want what's best for her
And I hope she'll find the answer to my prayers
And that she'll say
He is good, so good
And he treats your little girl like a real man should
He is good, so good
He makes promises he keeps
No, he's never gonna leave
So don't you worry about me
Don't you worry about me
Mama, don't you worry about me
Don't you worry about me
The thing I loved most about the song was that even though it was a song for my mom, Andre and Jadelynne were mentioned in the song. Just as I finished the song, I walked off the stage and over to my mom. She stood up from her seat and we tightly hugged. The song made her start crying.
She rubbed her hand over the back of my hair. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered.
"I love you, too, Mom." I whispered back.
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I gripped Andre's hand so hard I thought it would break. He took in a quick breath and whispered, "Try not to break my hand there, babe,"
"Shut up! This is your fault!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "You have no right to complain about anything!" It might seem like I had anger issues, but I didn't. I was just in an immense amount of pain.
"It's okay," I heard my mom whisper to Andre.
"Alright, Tori, this is it," said the doctor from the end of the bed. "Just one more push; come on, you can do it."
I took in a deep breath and pushed with everything I had. Seconds later, on November tenth at one o'clock in the afternoon, I gave birth to a precious baby boy. The doctor immediately laid him on my stomach and started to wipe him clean. His cries were the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard in my life. It made me so sad to think that I never had this moment with Jadelynne. Not a day goes by where I don't regret not wanting Jadelynne when I was pregnant with her.
Once my baby was taken away to get measured and weighed, Andre kissed the top of my head. "Great job, baby," he whispered. "Our son is here." We hadn't even been married for a year yet. I happened to get pregnant on my honeymoon and approximately nine months later, I had my baby. Honestly, the time Andre and I did it on the night of our wedding was not pleasant whatsoever. It didn't hurt and I obviously agreed to it, but it brought back so many flashbacks. Andre was patient with me and we successfully "got it done" on the fourth night of our honeymoon. Every night of the honeymoon after that was perfect. We had a full ten days on our honeymoon, so there were a lot of perfect nights.
I started to cry at his words. "I already love him so much."
"I know," he whispered.
A few minutes later, my baby was brought to me. I held him snuggly in my arms and kissed his little nose.
"What's his name?" asked Andre.
"Uh…" I cleared my throat. "I want you to pick a name. What do you think?"
His eyes widened. "You want me to name our son?"
"Of course," I said. "Any name you like. What should it be?"
"Hmm," he said and thought about it for a moment. Then he smiled and looked at me. "How about…Samuel?"
I smiled widely. "Perfect," I looked down. "Samuel…Ryan Harris. And we can shorten it to Sam as he grows up."
"Hey, if we shorten his name, why didn't we shorten Jadelynne's name?"
I giggled. "Do you know how much confusion there would be if we called her Jade? Jade already gets confused enough as it is."
"Wait, Jade?" he asked confused.
"Our friend Jade," I said. "You see? We already get confused. Let's just leave it at Jadelynne." For the first four years of her life, her name was Jadelynne Audrey Vega, but a few months before her fifth birthday, she became Jadelynne Audrey Harris. She was officially Andre's daughter.
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Jade's POV
I paced back and forth in my bathroom. I hated those small little pregnancy tests; they take forever to finally get a reading. A million thoughts were running through my head and they were scary ones. I was terrified for what the test was gonna say.
Finally, after another long minute, I decided it was time to look at the test. I sighed shakily and walked up to the counter. I looked down and gasped.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed to the living room of mine and Beck's apartment. We got married just a month before and, so far, things were going great.
Beck was on phone when I walked in. "Wow, man, that's great!" he said with a wide smile. "I'm so happy for you…yeah, okay, Jade and I will come by and visit you guys within the next few hours probably…okay, bye," He hung up.
"Who was that?"
"Andre," he said and put his phone in his back pocket. "Tori had the baby an hour ago."
My heart started pounding hard in excitement. "Aww, really? Boy or girl?"
"Boy," he said. "His name is Samuel Ryan Harris, but they're just gonna call him Sam growing up."
"How sweet," I said. "Well, we should go visit them, but first…I need to talk to you about something."
"Okay," he said. "What's up?" He plopped on the couch.
I sighed shakily and plopped down next to him. "Okay, um…this will probably be a huge shock and…well…oh, my gosh, how am I supposed to tell you that I'm pregnant?" I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands.
Beck's eyes widened so wide that I thought they would pop out of his head. He gulped and said, "Jade…are you serious?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Beck, I'm serious. I wouldn't joke about this." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bathroom. I picked up the pregnancy test with the little plus sign from the table and showed it to him. "I'm pregnant."
"Oh, my gosh," he whispered still in shock. He was quiet for a long time before saying, "You know what this means, right?"
"What?"
He smiled. "We're gonna be parents!"
"Oh dear, God, help us," I mumbled.
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Cat's POV
"Robbie, what's wrong?" I asked. Robbie had been acting so weird lately. It was like he was nervous all the time. I'd been spending so much time with him over the last few months. He'd asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend and I screamed I was so happy. We'd been dating ever since. He was the best boyfriend I'd ever had. He really treated me like a princess. You wouldn't think that Robbie is a romantic guy, but he is.
"Oh, I'm fine," he said and kissed my temple. "Don't worry about it, love,"
I giggled. "I love it when you call me love," I said in a giddy voice.
"I'm glad," he whispered and then he tucked some of my hair behind my ear. He leaned in and gave me a soft but full kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
A moment later, we pulled apart and we touched foreheads. "Cat?" he whispered.
"Yeah?" I whispered.
"Marry me," he whispered. "I love you so much, Cat. I've never loved someone as much as I love you; you mean the world to me. It would be an honor to be your husband. So…what do you say?"
"Oh Robbie," I said and squealed. "I'd love for you to be my husband."
"Yes!" he exclaimed and then kissed me again. He gently pushed me back on the couch and he was on top of me. He brushed his lips against my cheek and then whispered in my ear, "I love you, darling."
I giggled and said, "I love you, too, Rob."