Chasing Your Dreams

Talking

Jason's pov

I was driving us back to Nashville. She was so upset, hiding her head and crying quietly. "You were wrong." I glance over at her. "Wrong about what, princess?" "I wasn't a good mother. My baby died because I was a bad mother." My eyes go wide. I hit the brakes. She shoots forward in surprise. "That baby didn't die because of you! It was just a freak thing! Look at me!" She looks up, her face red and swollen from crying. "It was not your fault. Say it." "It was not my fault." "It wasn't." I say, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "God baby what can I do to get through to you?" Her eyes well with tears again. I hug her tight. "There there, sweetheart. I've got you. Let it out."

*later*

Miranda's pov

We get back to dad's house. Instantly Mo, Sierra, Keely, mom, and Kendyl surround me in suffocating hugs. When I break free, I stumble upstairs to my room and collapse to my bed. I cry into my pillow til I fall asleep with exhaustion. Hours later, I wake up when the door opens. Standing there is my dad. I sit up, feeling weak from the exhaustion of everything. He pulls up a chair. "You were the one who was wrong." He says. "Wrong about what?" "You said we'd miss you then move on. That's not true. If I lost my daughter, I'd never move on. I'd never be able to live again. My girls are my whole world. I couldn't bear to lose anyone of you." I look away. "I wish you never found me now... I'm causing you and Brittany so much pain." "That isn't your fault. You can't help but be upset. You see the point I'm trying to make here. You're torn up about losing the baby. I'd be the same way if I lost you. You're my baby girl. I can't lose you." "I'm not your real daughter." I whisper, hating myself even more. "Now sweetheart you know that's not true." "Yes it is!" I yelp, suddenly angry. He grabs my arms, making me sit back down. "I may not have been the one in the bed that night but you are my daughter. By birth or not." I look up at him, failing at the tough girl act. "Why do you want me? I'm broken." "You're not broken." He whispers, as calmly as he can. "I'm such a terrible daughter!" I gasp, crying in my hands. He pulls me into his lap where I cry. "You aren't a terrible daughter. You're upset everyone in this family understands why. No one blames you for being upset." "Not even Mo?" "Of course not, princess. He's just as upset as you are. That was his baby too." I shakily stand up. "Mo needs me." He smiles. "We all do princess. Promise me you won't do anything or go nowhere." I shakily nod. "I promise daddy. I'm so sorry." I say hugging him. "You're one remarkable girl." He whispers. I walk downstairs and see Mo leaning against the wall, tear stains on his cheeks. I run over and hug him. He gasps in surprise, his arms wrapping around me. "I'm here for you, Mo. I'm sorry I wigged out." "Don't be. I love you." "I love you too." "Hey Mo," He cuts me off with a passionate kiss. "Thank you. I really needed that." He laughs softly. "You're my favorite girl ever."

Jason's pov

"Will she be okay, Jay?" Brittany whispers, watching them worried. I don't know but I sure as hell won't tell Britt that. "Of course baby. She'll be just fine." I hope and pray that what I'm telling my terrified lover is true.