Ariana and Ricky are a young couple who have a 12 year old daughter named Aviana and a 2 month old baby boy Wilder. The real plot here is, is Aviana really Ricky's daughter? Did Ariana lie to Ricky?
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Ariana's pov "How many more hours?" I groan out.
We are currently on the plane right now and it feels like we've been on for a lifetime.
Looking at my husband who's lap I'm currently sitting on bites his bottom lip. I can tell that he anxious, and scared.
I'm just distraught. My heart is so heavy, I feel like I'm dying myself.
"Ummmm 2 hours." He states blandly staring off into nothing.
I sigh sadly. Letting tears cascade down my face, just no sobs escaping my mouth. I can't bring myself to hysterically cry or else I'll feel like she's dead. I'll feel like I'm crying because she's no longer with me. I mean why should I cry if I know she's okay?
I start to remember the day she was born. What a scary ass day it was for me. I mean I was about to become a mother for the first time. I had to look after a child, while I myself was still a child. It was like this baby depends on me for practically living, not just living but she's going to depend on me for love, and nurture. How am I suppose to love; let alone care for someone who kind of ruined my life? Who had to make me put a stop to my whole career. That was hard to do.
But the difficulty, the stress, the fear,the resentment, everything I was feeling went away as soon as the nurses placed my Aviana Rose in my arms. Never, ever in my life had I seen something so pure and beautiful. As soon as they placed her on my chest she stopped crying, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Instantly I began crying. I began crying in happiness. I did it. And she was the most amazing, most gorgeous, most calmest baby I ever did see.
Throughout the stay at the hospital, I learned to love her with my every inch of being. I was happy I made the bold choice of breastfeeding because I only fell in love with her even more every time we bonded in this natural way.
My phone ringing snaps me out of my daydream or my memory.
Picking it up I answer. Fear is what I felt. This can not be bad news. God please just 2 more hours.
"Is everything okay?" I croak out to my mother.
I hear her sigh.
"Yes, the doctors are with her right now, trying to do everything they can Ari." She says into the phone. A noise in the background makes me jump. That familiar baby cry. My Wilder.
"Why is he crying?" I ask frantically making Ricky tense up. They're best friends and their father son relationship kills me.
"He still has a fever, but I'm calling because the doctors wanted to ask you something in regards of Wilder." She states making me get a little scared. I swear if it has anything to do with surgery, that will have to wait till I get there.
