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you guys this is the second to last little chapter. and this story has also been entered to the wattys. I won't win, but yay awards. best of luck.


alone with me by cher lloyd

you and i by one direction


"we can make to it, nothing will come between you and i," murmurs isaac as birdie and he wait for the results.

a month ago, aiden would tease the "soon to be parents". it wasn't until birdie noticed that her menstrual cycle hadn't grace her with it's presence. thanks to that, isaac might have a couple gray hairs.

every second, the clock would tick and they would get anxious.

birdie's aunt, lizzy, approaches them. her face grim. her tale tell happy expression nonexistent.

her eyes gloss over a little when birdie catches her eye.

"oh, birdie," aunt lizzy whispers, regret loud and clear. "sweetie, oh sweetheart, i'm sorry to inform you that after all the test we did... sweetie you lost the baby."

birdie grabs her stomach, and isaac pulls her closer. both mourn for the death of their unborn child. even if birdie thought herself young, she feels as though she would have done everything possible so that the child would have had a good home.

aunt lizzy continues to explain, "your mother damaged your ovaries among other things. her abuse rendered you infertile. the doctors call it a miracle, how you could get pregnant especially after everything."

birdie cries. she begins to realize just how serious this was. she's infertile and if she and isaac ever marry, she won't be able to give him any beautiful little isaacs or little joe annas. it's harsh because that's one thing her mom took from her. one of the many things she didn't want her mom to take.


they arrive at melissa's house. she heard the news just before she left and invited the couple over. she sees isaac as a son, and birdie as a daughter.

both isaac and scott love her, so it's only best if she does too. aside from that, when she met her, she was happy.

"oh, honey," she sorrowfully states as isaac bring a tear ridden birdie in.


ooooo, how i dislike her mom. like ew. why do you even exist?

babies not gonna be born. why?

dylan sophia

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