Chapter 3
Thankyou for the reviews, it means a lot, for this story i'm going to continue like Hollyoaks told it, however I am planning another fanfic where Leela does actually get to raise Peri and Sam and Danny help her.
As always I don't own any of the characters and the storyline is all Hollyoaks!
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I can do this mum, I can, if this is the only way I can have and still see my child then it's going to be a lot easier than giving him or her up completely." I turned around and was just about to walk up the stairs when I heard my mum sigh and whisper "ok Leela, if that's what you want, but it is not going to be easy, I promise you that".
The day after it had been decided that my mum and dad would be raising my child as their own, I began to make my plans. I decided that I was going to cherish every moment of this pregnancy and luckily I had the time to do that as when I found out I was pregnant it was in the middle of the summer holiday so my mother conveniently rang up the school and told them I'd be taking a year out so we could concentrate on being a family and spending time with Tegan, I knew though that it was her way of hiding my pregnancy and had nothing to do with Tegan, if nobody knew I was pregnant then mum could get away with saying that my child was hers. However leaving school for a year was still a blessing as it meant that I could actually finish secondary school and have some hopes of getting a job or apprenticeship rather than being a drop-out.
As each day passed I measured my bump and bought baby clothes and cots and wardrobes and everything a baby could possibly need, well with my mums help because after all she was the one who knew what she was doing as she kept reminding me every time I tried to make a decision, but still it felt nice because I was at least getting to put my mark on my baby's first items.
The day I first felt my baby kick I was terrified, I was sat on the computer singing to myself and I didn't know what was happening but after a quick google search I was relieved to see that it was normal and decided to keep that little moment to myself, I didn't want my mum to take over that as well. I soon learned that every time I sang or hummed or even laughed my little bundle of joy kicked in reply, I felt so proud of my bump and had a love for it stronger than I thought possible, I was protective and hated people coming near me, I refused to go out in public much to my mums delight as I didn't want strangers touching me or knocking into me, in fact I became infatuated with my bump, I was constantly stroking it and talking to it, and my favourite was reading the children's books id bought on the internet, my baby loved it too, I'd always feel him or her kick when I did the silly voices.
I started to study a lot more also, even though I wasn't in school I wanted to ensure that when I went back I'd be a lot further on than I had been when I left and that I would be able to understand the year 9 curriculum and hopefully do well on the exams, in fact I was determined that when I returned to school I would be a model student and would ace my final exams, I'd set my sight on an apprenticeship at the firehouse as I'd decided that I wanted to become a firefighter, I wanted to become a person who my child would be proud to call mum. I knew that it wouldn't be me raising the child but if I had hope that one day I would be good enough to take over as mum then I could keep my head up, but when I thought about just being my child's 'sister' and never getting a chance to tell him or her the truth I could literally feel my heart breaking.
I decided that my baby was going to be a girl, I don't know what it was, I just had a really strong feeling, so that was when the baby name planning started, I had added that to my list of conditions, I was to be the one that decided my baby's name, mum wasn't happy but she didn't have much of a choice. The first name on my list was Sarah after my dad's mum but I figured I wanted a more unusual name, after all Leela wasn't exactly common, so I wanted to carry on with another unusual name, it took a couple of weeks of me wracking my brain and trolling baby books for me to find the perfect name, but right when I wasn't expecting it, I found it. I was sat reading a magazine when a story jumped out at me about a young girl who couldn't swim but still risked her life saving a puppy from drowning in a swimming pool, her name was Peri. That was it, that was my little girls name Peri, Leela and Peri, perfect, it even fitted with Cameron, I didn't know what I'd do if the baby was a boy, but somehow I knew, I knew she was going to be a girl.
Deciding on my little girls name brought me to think about something or somebody that I'd been trying my hardest to forget, Cameron. I wrote letters to him which either returned unopened or I never received a reply to, I rang the prison and was told that he didn't want to speak to me and I even asked my mum to see if she could speak to him while she was at work but apparently he told her he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I was heartbroken, completely heartbroken, I couldn't stop the thoughts of what if... What if Cameron hadn't been arrested, could we have raised this child together as a family or would we have fallen under the pressure like my mum said we would of? Who knows, all I do know is that I'll never find out.