A Wish Upon A Shooting Star

With Arms Wide Open

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I called Kat and asked if I could come over; when I explained the situation to her, she took me in and was so excited about having a little baby around soon.

After I got settled in, I found a job near the apartment so I wouldn't have to travel far or risk being seen by Andy.

I bought all the popular music mags to see how he and the band was doing: C.C. was now dating Lauren, Jake was getting serious with Ella, Jinxx and Sammi were as strong as ever, Ash was being Ash (Nothing new), and Andy stuck strictly to the topic of music, he stopped answering all questions about his personal life.

After I would finish reading them I hid them away for his son... yes, his SON! I was thrilled when the doctor told me it would be a boy. I knew, for the rest of my life, all I had to do was look at him to see Andy's face.

Late one night after we had come home from work, Kat and I were laying on my bed laughing and talking about baby stuff; she became eerily silent for a few seconds then asked, "Are you ever going to tell him?".

I smiled thinking back to the night he was conceived, the first time we had sex. "No Kat, Andy's got everything he needs right now and he doesn't need me screwing that up." I answered softly.

I went on, "Think about it. If I had stayed, (Being the type of person Andy is) he would've made US his number one priority and not his own future. In time he would have become so miserable and then ended up hating me for it; and I don't want him that way".

Kat understood and has never brought it up again.

The last few months time has drug by so miserably slow, then finally the night came when I went into labor. Kat drove me to the hospital and stayed with me the whole time, holding my hand.

I was in labor for thirteen hours and the last few were the most painful I have ever experienced in my life. I got a quick glimpse of my baby before they whisked him off to the nursery.

Afterwards, being heavily sedated, I fell into a deep sleep and began to dream about Andy; at first he was near me- reaching out for me- his voice calling my name, then he gradually got further and further away- becoming lost in the mist. I awoke to Kat softly shaking me, "Amanda, are you alright?".

"I guess, why?", I mumbled.

"Because you were crying out for Andy."

"Oh, I was dreaming... it was awful.", then I perked up, "Have you seen him? Is he beautiful?".

"Amanda, he's perfect!", she smiled from ear to ear.

Just then the nurse came in, "Why hello there sleepy head, would you like to see your son now?". I nodded excitedly. She brought him in and gently laid him in my arms.

I pulled the little blanket back to reveal a perfect angel, an exact replica of Andy. He had a head full of shiny black hair, a sleek straight lined little nose, and his lips were a perfectly shaped slim bow that turned up in the corners.

(Yes, I know Andy's a natural blonde, but for the sake of the story it's black. I like it better that way!)

But none of that really surprised me until he opened his eyes, My God! It was like I WAS staring at Andy. They were that icy blue color but held a world of warmth and love, I felt like I was looking into his soul.

"Oh, my beautiful little boy, you ARE Andy!", I giggled, "I think your daddy would be so proud of you."

I cooed and rocked him, holding him close to my heart; then I gave him two kisses, one for me and one from his daddy.

~~~ONE MONTH LATER~~~

It was a little rough at first, getting used to being woke up all hours of the night, making a million bottles and changing twice as many diapers. But once we got into a routine, it was smooth sailing; and Kat is the perfect 'surrogate mommy', she coddles the baby like he's her own.

We just finished dinner and sat down to watch some TV, Kat was playing with the baby and I was just sealing up an envelope that I'll throw in the mail on my way to work tomorrow.

ANDY'S POV:

I've done nothing for the last seven months that I didn't absolutely have to do, all my free time has been spent looking for Amanda.

I walked out to the box and brought a pile of mail into the house; as I was closing the door a letter slipped out of my hands and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and looked at it; it was addressed to me but nothing else, no return address or anything.

I dropped the rest of the mail on the table and sat down on the couch to open it; a small slip of paper and a picture fell out landing face down.

The writing on the back... Aiden Daniel Biersack... born March 1, 2013.

I turned it over and saw the most beautiful baby ever, he looked just like me. I started crying and couldn't stop even though I tried; the guys heard from the kitchen and gathered around me asking what was wrong.

I held up the picture for them to see, "My son!"; they took it and passed it around. I picked up the slip of paper and read... [I told you I took a piece of you with me <3]. I just stared at it, lost.

Ashley picked up the envelope checking the postmark, "ANDY! SHE'S STILL HERE!".

"What?!", I exclaimed, coming back to reality.

"Yeah, it was mailed in L.A.!"

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Here's a funny note. If I had been born a boy, I would have been named... Andrew. HaHa!

Anyway, I'm listening to With Arms Wide Open by Creed