When You Walked into My Life

1 | Beginning

~ Please note that this is a work of fiction and does not reflect who people are in real life. Hope you enjoy the story!

Phillipa's POV

"Hello, hello, hello. It's Lin, please leave a message!"

I sigh. I knew that he wouldn't pick up an unknown number. He would drop everything and be here in an instant if I reached out properly, but this wasn't his battle to fight.

We were best friends in high school and reaching out now would be wrong. Especially after everything that went down the last time we spoke to each other.

I place my hand on my bump feeling a small kick like the fetus could tell I needed it. I toss my phone and decide to go to bed. It's better this way I keep telling myself as I drift off to sleep.

One month later, I am lying in a hospital bed exhausted. Fourteen hours of labor! Thankfully the nurses and doctors were so caring. My mother was here for support and I don't think I could have done it without her.

This is supposed to be when the baby is placed on my chest and he or she cries while the baby's father holds my hand, kisses my forehead, and cries as well. Both of us overjoyed to be welcoming our beautiful creation into the world. I am crying, but this is not the reason.

I hear the sounds of the baby crying die down and a nurse comes to my bedside, "Would you like to hold her?" The nurse asks me sweetly. Her? A baby girl.

I'm unsure of what to do. I know I am not ready to raise a kid but I have a feeling if I see the little girl I just brought into the world I would change my mind in a heartbeat. "I don't think I should. I am sorry!"

The nurse nods in understanding. "Do you need anything else before I leave?"

"No, thank you," is all I can get out. I hope whatever happens to my angel she knows she is loved.

The nurse leaves with the newborn and I get a small glance at the infant wrapped in a baby pink swaddle.

The only feature I see is the newborn's hair. It isn't a lot, but it is jet black. Just like mine.

This is enough to make me cry all over again. I know I will be okay eventually, but for now, I am overwhelmed. I feel my mom's hand gently wipe away my tears and whisper, "I am in awe of your strength." I cry even more.

I feel the hours of labor catch up to me as my eyelids slowly close.