Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 91

-6 months later-

I held my baby girl in my arms. She was so small. Labor was probably the worst feeling in the world. I wanted to give up. But with Toby right there holding my hand the whole time, I stayed strong.

"We never decided on a name." Toby said, resting his head on my shoulder. He was admiring our beautiful baby girl. Half of him, and half of me.

"I've known what I wanted to name her ever since we found out it was a girl. It's what I would've named Valerie if we had the chance." I said. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She's so beautiful.

"What is it?" Toby said, looking up at me.

"Claire." I said. Looking at my baby girl, I could tell that name was perfect. She opened her eyes, revealing her beautiful brown orbs.

"Claire." Toby said, completely in awe.

-:-

To my surprise, Melissa visited me in the hospital. "Wow, she's so pretty." She mentioned. She had spent most of her time admiring Claire. I wasn't able to get up yet, so I was stuck in my hospital bed. It hurt like hell trying to get up, but I forgot about all the pain after looking into my new daughter's eyes.

"Has Valerie seen her yet?" Melissa asked.

"Not yet. Toby's picking her up now." I said. I can't wait for Valerie to meet her new sister. I really hope they'll be close when they get older.

"I'm really sorry I've been shutting you out lately." Melissa suddenly said.

"Melissa, you don't need to apologize. You have your own life you need to live."

"It's not just that. Derek and I are getting divorced."

"How come? You guys just got married."

"We realized that we're better off as friends. I just wish we realized that sooner. But that's enough about me-"

"Melissa, you know you can talk to me. You're not a burden." I hated seeing her like this. She seemed so broken. It seemed like a part of her was missing. The part that really made her Melissa Hastings.

"I know. But today is about Claire." Melissa said, picking Claire up, "She looks just like you."

If Melissa's going through some kind of depression, she needs to tell me. She knows she can talk to me, but she won't. I hate to seem pushy, but the divorce can't be the only reason why she's shutting me out. Is this about our mother? Is she still taking out mother's death really hard? Regardless, she needs to talk to me.

After all, that's what sisters are for, right?