That Girl.

Chapter 12

LEXA

I wake up in the morning and Harry isn't here. I walk down the hallway and stop when I hear his voice. "Mum, I know i'm so sorry. I am trying my best." Harry says most likely on the phone. "I didn't mean for this to happen. No, I don't know what i'm going to do." He says almost crying. I think he is talking about me. "I know i'm an idiot. If I could take it back I would" He tells his mother. I take that as my cue to leave. I have tears brimming my eyes and I could barely see. I get an Uber and call Olivia.

"Hey." she says through the speaker. "Cancel your ticket." I demand. "Why?" she says obviously confused. "I just want to start over and give my baby girl a good life and I think Santa Monica is a better fit than Reno don't you think? " I say pretending to be happy and lying through my teeth."Yea Reno kinda sucks man. I will cancel the ticket. When will you be coming down." she asks curiously. "I will book a flight tonight.

*3 days later* 

I boarding the plane. Harry has been calling non-stop so I changed my number. I feel so bad that he never gets to see his daughter but it is for the best. He has a future ahead of him and I don't. I never have but my future is my daughter. Olivia said she would help me raise her and we can go to all the parenting classes together. I couldn't ask for a better friend.

I land at LAX.  I make my way over to baggage claim and I see my homeless looking best friend. "Babe!" she screams at me She captures me in the biggest hug her tiny body can muster. She is so warm it feels nice against the air conditioning in the airport. It must be her Italian blood. "Hey, Liv." I greet her. We walk towards the parking garage and she loads all my stuff into her shitty mini van.

We drive to her house and I fill her in on everything that has been happening since she left our small town to become a writer in California. She has done so well for herself. She's actually quite wealthy because she is a writer on some dumb stoner comedy show. It's actually kinda funny. 

We get to her nice apartment right next to the beach. It's a simple 3 bedroom loft apartment kinda like the one in New Girl. It's cute. "Anne is sending all the baby stuff here when she gets the chance." I state. "Dude, the room is so cute. I painted it pink for her and your room is fit for a rockstar. I got your favorite albums and shit." I hug her and cry into her shoulder because I am so thankful to have her in my life.

*6 months later*

Liv and I are at this cute little ice cream place right next to the pier. I'm sitting down waiting for Liv to come back and i'm have severe pain. I'm pretty sure they're contractions but i'm not sure until my water breaks. I walk over to Olivia and tell her I'm in labor. "Fuck! Lexa you should have said something!" she screams at me. Olivia runs and gets the car as I wait for her on the corner. She speeds to the hospital. I'm not screaming because I deal with pain pretty well since I have had so many surgeries. Olivia is panicking.

No matter how many classes we took I don't think we were prepared of birth. We get to the hospital and the nurses rush me to a room. At this point i'm screaming and almost breaking Olivia's hand. The doctor comes in and checks to see how far along I am and sees if her can give me some pain medication. I really need some because I feel like I'm being ripped open. He says the baby is almost here so he can't give me any. I keep pushing and screaming. I also vomited. It wasn't a pretty sight. 

"One last push!" the doctor instructs. I give it one last huge push. I hear the most glorious sound a mother could hear. That is the cry of my baby girl. "Would you like to cut the cord Miss." The doctor asks Olivia and she looks at me and I nod. "Hell yes I would." she replies.

"It's a beautiful baby girl Miss Lee" he says to me. "What would you like to name her?" he asks me. Olivia hands me my baby girl and I look at her and I say "Lane." She looks like a Lane to me Lane Marie Styles. That is my baby girl.