March 13, 2000
Pete's POV
I am so excited and nervous. I look down to see Erica in a lot of pain. Even though this was never supposed to happen I am still glad in the end I will get to be a father! Erica had been told she was sterile, but after five years of dating she got very sick, we were both so surprised when we found out she was pregnant. It was a beautiful dream. Now it was almost about to become true.
"One more push." The doctor says. She screams gripping my hand tighter and tighter.
"AHHHHHH!" She screams, her breathing is heavy.
"Come on you can do it." I say in an encouraging tone.
"This kid is being a real bitch!" She says. I hear a wailing. I turn to see Erica. She's smiling. Tears are straming out of her beautiful eyes.
"You did it!" I say smiling. She just keeps smiling.
"Congrats! It's a girl, would you like to hold her?" The nurse asks me. I nod, taking the infant into my arms. I look at Erica, she's looking pale. She starts screaming as seizing. I look at her.
"Doctor?" I ask, he's scurrying around her. I hear a loud beep.
"Erica! What's happening to her?!" I screamed. Our child was crying now. Nurse pushed us out of the room. I clutched the baby. She cried.
"It's okay, it'll be okay, Mommy's gonna be okay." I told her clutching her to my heart as tears streamed down my face. The doctor emerged from the room looking rather solemn. I stood up immediately.
"Her body was not made to carry a child and has suffred severe trauma." He began.
"But she's okay, right?" I ask hopefully.
"No I'm sorry." He says. My world shatters. I hear a wailing, a nurse takes our child from my arms. She can't be dead. Eric would never die. She was so strong and beautiful I needed her. Everything seems so distant. I want our child. I stand up.
"May I please see her?" I ask the nurse, she leads me over to a room of babies, she hands me our daughter.
"She needs a name." The nurse said gently. I look at her, she is so beautiful. I don't want to name her after her mother, that wouldn't be fair to her, living in the shadow of her dead mother. No it can't be that.
Stella? No.
It clicks.
"Tara, Tara Charlotte Wentz." I say. She smiles. It's perfect.
A/N
Hey guys, so this is my first story and I know this is over done but feedback would be great so I could make the story better! Hope you enjoy.
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