Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 86

-3 MONTHS LATER ; SEPTEMBER-

Three months into my pregnancy, and everything looks perfectly fine. It seems almost too good to be true. I didn't want to think of what could happen... Like the worst possible scenarios: I miscarry, and I'm actually barren. But the doctors told me that I have absolutely nothing to worry about. They've been wrong before, but in this case, I'm praying that they're right.

I spent most of the day getting things ready, as it is Valerie's first birthday. My mom, Melissa, Derek, Hanna, and Jordan are coming over to celebrate.

I can't believe it's already been an entire year since Valerie was born. It seems like just yesterday I was holding her for the first time.

As I was setting the table, Toby wrapped his arms around me from behind and began to kiss me. "Don't stress out. It's not good for the baby." He said. I was stressing out. Today had to be perfect. It was days like this where I would let my OCD take over.

I took a deep breath and turned to face him. "I'm just obsessing over everything. Today has to be perfect." I said. Toby leaned over and kissed me. It was a perfect, passionate, meaningful kiss.

"I just don't want you to freak out if anything goes wrong." Toby stated.

"Nothing will go wrong. Because I have everything perfectly planned out."

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"I love you!" Valerie exclaimed. Since she first talked, she's learned some other words, "I love you" was something she picked up, on her own, from me and Toby.

"I love you too!" I said, then proceeding to give her a kiss on her forehead. I lifted Valerie up to take her to the dinner table until Toby stopped me.

"Hey, hey, no lifting for you," He said, then taking Valerie from me and putting her down, "she can walk on her own, anyways."

I watched as Valerie stumbled a bit, then began to walk normally again, tripping over her own feet a few times.

"Barely. She's clearly struggling." I mentioned.

Toby picked her up. "Whether she can walk or not, I don't want you holding her. You could hurt yourself."

It took every fiber of my being to not immediately snap at him. I took a breath, and nodded. "Alright." I said.

I made my way back to the living room and sat next to Hanna. She began showing me pictures of her and Jordan's honeymoon. According to Hanna, they went to Italy. Of course, they could afford that. With my teaching salary and Toby's cop salary, along with paying for Valerie's daycare and Toby's architecture school, plus the added cost of this baby, I could barely afford a new manicure. We weren't poor, we just didn't have the luxuries Hanna and Jordan had.

"So, are you having a boy or a girl? Do you know yet?" Hanna asked.

"No, we want it to be a surprise," I said, "but I hope it's a boy."

"Either way, your baby is going to be beautiful." Hanna said. Hanna had mentioned earlier that her and Jordan both didn't really want kids, but if any came along, they would be okay with it. I don't know how they could do it. I love Hanna, but her and Jordan are way to busy to start a family. Hanna is constantly traveling, as she has become a photographer for Vogue magazine, and Jordan is a big-shot lawyer. Their lazy days are regular work days for me.

Nonetheless, I kept the conversation with Hanna going as I waited for my mother to come. I haven't seen her since the wedding, and she's been dying to see Valerie since.

My mother, whom had just recently retired from being an attorney, settled back in our old home in Rosewood. I was happy that she was finally free of all the stress, but I wondered how she would live on her own. Now that my dad is gone, and both Melissa and I are out of the house, who is she going to talk to every day? Who's going to be by her side when Melissa and I can't be?

I prepared to light the candle on Valerie's cake when I got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I asked, moving into another room, as I didn't want to disrupt everyone else.

"Hello, this is Deborah Peters from the Rosewood Hospital. Am I speaking with Spencer Cavanaugh?"

"Yes, that's me." I said. Why is Rosewood Hospital calling me?

"I'm afraid that your mother, Veronica Hastings, had a terrible stroke last night," she said, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cavanaugh, but she didn't make it."