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Chapter Ten: Second Chances Won't Leave You Alone

Chapter Ten: Second Chances Won't Leave Us Alone.

It was Saturday night, and here I laid, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was midnight but my mind was awake and my stomach was churning. I was going over and over again the speech I had planned for tomorrow. Then I would tell myself forget it cause it'll never end up how you planned. Then I start planning again. What if he gets really angry I didn't tell him? What if he didn't want anything to do with me or her? It's Vic, he would put a strangers life before his'. A voice whispered in the back of my mind. I groaned quietly and turned over, curling in a tight ball. How am I suppose to tell him? What if he just wants her but won't talk to me? What if I loose Anna? What if I loose him? I can't loose him again. I guess I never got him back, but I could try. Did I want to try? Ergh, too many questions in my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could, begging my mind to shut up and sleep. I heard the door creak open and the pitter patter of feet.

"Mama?" Anna's soft voice called in the dark, as she gently poked my shoulder. I turned over and saw her silhouette in the darkness.

"Hmmm?" I hummed.

"I had a nightmare, can I stay with you?" She asked in a small voice. I flipped back the covers and she crawled in and curled into me. I wrapped her in my arms, playing a kiss on her forehead.

"It's ok, nothing will hurt you, not while I'm here." I murmured to her. She snuggled deeper into me, her breath tickled my throat.

"I love you mommy." She whispered. I closed my eyes tightly and squeezed her.

"I love you too, I will always love you, no matter what."

"To the moon and back?"

"Even further." I whispered back fiercely, pressing my face into her curls. I felt her body slowly relax against mine as her dreams took a hold of her. Closing my eyes, I ignored the screaming voices in my head, and found my self slipping into a oblivious slumber. My mind letting go of what was going to happen tomorrow. It can wait until the morning.

I woke up to a streak of light shining over my face. My back felt warm from the body next to me. They wiggled a bit and I smiled. I turned around to snuggle against Vic to find Anna sleeping there. I sat up in shock for a moment. I blinked at the slip of light streaming through the curtain. I was in my shared apartment, Anna was sleeping next to me. Not Vic. Today I will be seeing Vic. Today I am telling him he has a five year old daughter. Today, in my head, was do or die. I looked down at Anna's small sleeping figure. Her hands were curled up to her chin in mini fists. I gentle brushed some loose curls off her face. I heard movement in the kitchen. The bride was awake. I gently slid off the bed, leaving Anna fast asleep and snuck to the kitchen. Casey stood at the bench, her glasses perched on her nose, a cup of coffee in her hand, reading a book. I realised it was actually one of my Sarah Dessen books too. I haven't read them in a while, I'm a bit preoccupied lately I guess. I looked at the girl with her head buried in the book. Most people would look at Casey and assume she's some daft blonde who can't tell left from right. I knew she was a lot smarter then she comes across. She looked up her blonde hair curled in a messy bun, she was one of those girls who could pull that look off.

"Morning. Big day." She winked and I just waved my hand at her, heading to the coffee pot.

"You know everything you have to do?"

"Yes, it's not the first time I've looked after your daughter, I'm her soon to be aunty anyway." She said, proudly puffing out her chest. I shook my head at her, pouring myself a coffee.

"You're hopeless." I mutter, taking a sip.

I stood in front of the mirror, my trench coat hugged my waist, my legs sticking out the end, covered in washed out skinny jeans. A pair of laced, black combat boots on my feet. My dark hair was completely straighten, courtesy of Casey, and hung down to my waist. I never really wore it down like this outside of the house. Casey had forced some winged eyeliner, screw her, on top of my eyes. I frowned at my reflection and walked out to the living room. Casey sat with Anna on the couch, watching Dora.