It's your Choice (Sequel to: It's your Baby) | COMPLETED

Chapter 14

Hello beautiful people! First, I would like to say that I am so grateful to be part of the Wish Factory Club in my School. And you may wonder what is Wish Factory? Well, it is actually an organization where you go and visit a Hospital with kids that are patients of Cancer and spend time with them. Or you can grant them their wishes and make them smile. It was the most amazing experience ever and I just HAD to share it with you.

Secondly, I don't know if you know, but I actually have a rewritten version of It's Your Baby, but in the form of a Teen Fiction. I rewrote it in a website called BookRix.com.

Right now, since it's not finished yet—since I had to finish editing it, etc—you can't download it. But, I will let you know right away when that is a possibility. LIKE, seriously, you could have it's your Baby downloaded in your iBooks! OH. MY. GOD!!!

ANYWAY, enough of my blabbering. Enjoy Chapter 14!

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Gwen's P.O.V

Don't get me wrong, I love that Nash was here in my house. His eager attitude of spending time with his daughter is the sweetest thing in the world. The problem is—and I know everyone is already tired of hearing it—that I'm still afraid. Afraid of not really knowing of what I want. One part of me tells me that giving Callie away is the best decision for everyone. But, then again, the other part of me is shouting and complaining that what I really want is to keep her. She is the irrational and somehow best part of me. 

I need a decision. But, I also need solutions. A clear and stable solution that could allow me to be a mom and to study. If I do decide to keep her, then I would have to face Erin and Henry of the bad news that they won't become parents of my baby. And if I decide to give her away, I'd have to be part of the worst day of my life, since I'd be giving away a part of me. I would have to say goodbye to those tiny light blue eyes, those rosy cheeks, and that beautiful face. 

Listen, I never curse. Like, ever. But, I can make an exception at this moment and say: I am fucked. This situation is fucked up. 

I've never been in a situation where in both sides I may or may not be losing. 

And as much as I love the fact that Nash is not running away from his responsibilities and is actually trying to make the best of it, he's just making it worse. not only for me, or our baby, but also for him. If I am attached to her and I'm Callie's mother, can you imagine Nash? The adoration that radiates in his face never fades, and his eyes light up when his gaze falls on her. My heart aches at the sight of them, because if things would be different, we would've been a happy and joyful family. 

"Here you are my princess" he said, smiling widely. I handed him the baby and he started kissing her cheek non-stop. "Who's my little baby girl? Yes, you are"

My heart. My poor heart. 

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Breath in. Breath out. 

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No, I can't. I just can't. 

"Excuse me for a moment, please" I said, my voice cracking at the end. At the sound of what I said, Nash looked up from Callie and furrowed his eyebrows in utter confusion. 

"Babe, are you okay?" he asked, concern clear on his voice. I nodded slowly and put on a forced smile to somehow reassure him that I was totally fine. But, I knew he wasn't biting it at all. 

"Y-yeah. I-I just have to go to the b-bathroom" I replied and walked upstairs. I locked the door of my bathroom and took deep breaths. It hurts so much to witness something as beautiful as that.   

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks and watery eyes. I tried to compose myself so I could face them—like nothing happened. But, all these thoughts are rushing to me all at once, and I've been having trouble to make everyone believe that I am fine and strong. I actually said to myself. I won't cry. Not after going through so much like giving birth. I can't cry for just anything. I just. . .Wish things could be different. 

I wish I was older, and I would meet Nash that same night at the bar. But, this time, we would be 22, perhaps 24. I would be finishing with my studies, and he would be in the main part of his life, with the tours and fame. We would both be stable and with a different perspective—since we're older. But, instead of being drunk and just straightforward into being in the bed with Nash, we would talk. That's right. Talk first. We would laugh all night, once in a while holding hands. I would timidly peck his cheek and start giggling non-stop like if I was a little girl. He would pinch my cheek and call me adorable. We would go to his car and sing the songs in the radio. Then we would go to his Hotel room—still holding hands. He would open his door, the smile never leaving his lips. He would delicately push me against the wall and call me beautiful. I would deny it, stating that I'm not—he would prove me wrong. Then, he would grab my hand and guide me to the edge of his bed, we would sit there and talk a little more about how much fun we're having. He would start placing soft kisses in my neck, and I would close my eyes and savor the moment. I would breath deeply and smile, a moan would come out of my mouth as his lips are making me feel and indescribable and incredible feeling of pleasure and tenderness.  

He would push me on my back and start unbuttoning a few buttons from his shirt, but then look in my eyes and stop. "I really want to do this with you. . ." he would say, "But, I want to know first if you're ready, if you would allow me to actually do it with you". And I would nod slowly, ready for what would be the moment that would change my life forever. 

That is what I wanted. A romantic-hot-yet cute moment with him. With experience and maturity to comprehend what is happening. But, no, that's not what we've been through. For the past nine and a half months we've been:

Fighting. 

Kissing. 

Crying. 

Fighting again. 

Screaming. 

Dropping the L bomb. 

I wanted a simple life, yet fate thought it would be amusing to make me pregnant with a famous Vine sensation, that made me feel things I never had the chance to. Heartbreak, pain, love, everything that would make my world flip—that's what he did. 

And man, I love him. I love, love, love, love, love him. I am head over heels with the father of my baby. With that blue-eyed boy, who knew just how to make me want to kiss him the same day that I stated I hated him. The same blue-eyed boy who was waiting outside with our child. He didn't run away like I feared he would do. 

He stayed. 

He cared. 

He loves me. 

And I love him.

A light knock interrupts my thoughts. I snapped out of what seemed like some sort of trance and hurriedly wiped the salty tears that were rolling out of my eyes non-stop. 

"Baby? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" 

His voice filled with concern is what makes me smile and cry at the same time. He does care, he really does. After everything, he is the one for me. Why is everything so messed up? Why? 

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{A/N~ Hello my BEAUTIFUL and AMAZING readers!!! Thank you so much for reading this Chapter I would love to offer you many, many, many virtual hugs! I would offer you Chocolates but, you know, virtual Chocolates are not as pleasant as real ones. ANYWAY, I LOVE YOU GUYS, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY FILLED WITH LOVE AND ACHIEVEMENTS. Please Comment your thoughts or vote—that helps so freaking much. You guys are the best readers in this entire UNIVERSE. Sorry for the Chapter, since it's not long, but I really enjoyed writing it. I feel so bad for Nash and Gwen right now, like, with all the things they're going through and all of their struggles. WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT!?!?!?!? Or what are your thoughts in general???}

#Nwen forever. #Amen