Adopted by Billie Eilish

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It's been five months since I found out the news. It took a while to adapt to the sudden change and to accept it. I've recently gotten an ultrasound (A/N: I don't know when they get those so just go with it please, thank you) and found out that the baby is a girl. Billie and I already agreed on a name.

Anna Baird O'Connell. It has a nice ring to it. (Kudos to @billieons for coming up with the name)

"Brooke! Could you come here for a second?" Billie calls.

"Yeah! I'll be right there!" I shout back, slowly walking from my room, downstairs, and to the living room. She's sitting on the couch, her feet crossed in front of her. She has a serious look on her face. She pats the cushion next to her. I gulp and walk over, slowly sitting down next to her, not wanting to hurt the baby. It would hurt me if anything happened to her. "What's up? Something seems off."

"Um . . . I'm having to go on tour, Brooke. I told my manager about the situation, but he said for me to either quit my career or go on and leave you behind. They won't let me take my pregnant sister for the ride, which is ridiculous!" She wipes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths. "I want you to make the decision for me. It's rough."

"Oh, Billie," I sigh. "I'm sorry to hear about that. Honestly, I don't feel responsible enough to be making this decision. Could we maybe talk about this outside?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It'll be nice to get some fresh air. Come on."

She leads me outside, which isn't really necessary since I have the entire house memorized. I follow behind her slowly since I'm still carrying the baby over here. I kind of wish that I already got the birth over with since she's pretty heavy. It's painful since I let a lot of stomach cramps as well. 

Billie runs down the steps and leans on the hood of her car very gently so she doesn't make a dent. I start down the steps but trip and fall. Thankfully on my back. As my head hits the pavement, the first thought that goes through my mind isn't anything about the pain rushing through my body, but Is the baby okay? That's my number one priority at this moment. Billie rushes over to me and helps me up. I collapse back to the ground due to the severity of the pain.

"Brooke, are you okay?" she asks, panic in her voice. "Where does it hurt? Is the baby okay?"

I nod. "There's no blood. I think she's okay. I hope she's okay." I freeze. "What if she isn't? What if there's just no blood at the moment?"

Billie manages to help me stand and half-drags, half-carries me to her car, getting me in the passenger seat. She starts the Dragon's engine and backs up, beginning to speed down the streets. "We're going to the hospital, and we're going to make sure that she's okay. I promise you that she's going to be okay, Brooke. I'm not going to break a promise."

"But it's out of your control!" I say. "I can't be guaranteed that she's okay! What if she's —"

She holds up a hand, stopping me before I can say what I was about to say. "Trust me. I promise she's going to be okay. Listen to my words closely." I take a deep breath and listen. "I know it seems out of my control. I know I can't control her health. But I have a feeling, Brooke. I know that she's going to be okay. Okay?"

I nod.

I can only hope she's right.

3 more chapters until the end, guys! But trust me, the next story is going to be even wilder! That doesn't even look like a word but I know it is. BLAH! Forget it. Uh, anyways, I'll catch you in the next one! :)