-nine months later-

"BABY, BABY! THE BABY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Shit, I'll get the car ready!" Vic yelled, halfway down the hall already. He loaded the car with our suitcases and came back for me. After getting my planet fat ass in the car, he drove as fast and carefully as he could. We made it to the hospital where I began contracting. The pain, so awful, but after a few hours later, baby Ivory was out. Surprise, it's a girl! I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry when I saw the perfection little thing Vic and I created. But, I didn't feel ready. My mother abusing me kept replaying in my head. I won't be like her. I couldn't hurt my baby. I just couldn't.

Vic and the boys were gathered around me as I hold Ivory in my arms. She was perfect. I looked up, only to find all the boys with red eyes, Vic actually crying. He repeatidly said "She's perfect." He kissed me and we took turns holding her. I fell in love with him all over again. Seeing him carry Ivory was everything I imagined. My life was standing in front of me. My baby and the man I love. I was happy.

Notes

I'm thinking of some more ideas to make this story more interesting. I feel as if it's just dragging right now. Give me a couple of days. Let me know what you think! Sorry for the graphic beginning! :o