Fate?

The Beginning

A/N:
'Ello. Even though this isn't phan, it seems like it'd be fun writing. And me being me, I'll probably add Dan and Phil in here some where. They'll probably be Embry's friends or something?¿?
Anyways, I was bored in class (should've been doing work but y'know, nah) and someone said I should write a story. I asked what about and this was his idea. He doesn't have a Wattpad so I can't like tag him right here and idk if he minds his name being out here so I'll just make up a name. Tom Fiddlenackle. Yup, Tom FiddleNackle gave me this idea. So credit to Tom FiddleNackle.

Waking up, light blinded her eyes. She couldn't remember where she was at until she heard a faint cry. A baby's cry- no, her baby's cry. She just knew it. She knew it she didn't imagine it. Trying to sit up to see the beautiful daughter she has been waiting for, but only being stopped by a doctor. The doctor put his hands on her shoulder and told her calm down. "Your daughter isn't doing well. I need you to lay back down. Let us help her." He said nonchalantly. Tears stung her eyes as she worried about her daughters life.
She recalled the time the doctor told her she wouldn't be able to conceive at all. Yet here she was, giving birth. What if it was her fault Savannah doesn't survive? What if she just never was meant to be a mother?
She was planning on naming her daughter Savannah because she once knew a Savannah. Or- at least she thought she did. She would always ask her mother about a Savannah but her mother would never know who she was talking about. "I don't know a Savannah and neither do you. Now, go put on your shoes so you can go to your fathers house." Her mother said many times before. She would always sigh and continue to her room.
"Is she okay?" She asked the doctor frantically after a good 5 minutes. The nurses had gone quiet and all had pity in their eyes. A few whispers indicated the worse. She couldn't believe it. She shook her 'no' repeatedly as if to make herself wake up from the horrible dream. "I'm so sorry." The doctor said barely over a whisper. After a deep breath he continued. "She didn't make it..."
The tears that clouded her vision finally found their way a bay. It was her fault Savannah didn't survive. She never should've tried to conceive. They told her it was impossible. Yet, she risked a humans life for her happiness.
"Can I at least hold her?"
"I'm sorry. We're not allowed to do that. It's against policy." The doctor said with pitiful eyes.
She wasn't even able to hold her.
Sobbing, she worked up the nerves to say "C-can I see her?"
Looking at his feet, the doctor shook his head.
She wasn't even able to see her face.
"Why not? She's my child! I gave birth to her! There shouldn't be a policy that says "you're not allowed to see your child, if said child has difficulties surviving." What the hell? Give me Savannah! I need to see my child!" She yelled over and over.
"Let me see her!"
The doctor instructed the nurses to calm her down.
"Let me hold her"
A nurse filled up a needle with liquid.
"Don't put that in me, until I see my child!"
Nurses walked over and held her down.
"Please! Let me see her! Let me hold her!"
A needle went into her arm and everything went blurry and voices slurred. She couldn't understand what they were saying, the words were hushed. Her eyes got droopy as tears still escaped. Before everything went black, she heard something. A single noise that gave her hope of the entire world.
She heard a cry. A baby's cry.
"Savannah." She whispered before her entire world went pitch black.
A/N: if you read the little description for this, yes, Embry is Savannah. She grows up with a different name and that name being Embry.