Battling for baby
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A/n: Ok so ive decided to start another story. Like I don't already have
enough on the go, but never mind :o)
It's yet another Phoebe/Joey story (surprise, surprise lol) but like always
I will have all characters.
Hope you enjoy it :o)
She looked down at the white stick in her hand and watched the 2 little
blue lines appear from nowhere as if by magic and her heart sank in deep
sorrow. Both for her gain and for her loss.
This was supposed to be a joyous occasion, a surprise to celebrate with her
friends and her boyfriend. But how could she possibly be happy about the
conception of her first child when she knew there was no way in hell she
could keep it?
He had warned her on numerous occasions about missing her daily dose of the
Pill, something she often did absentmindedly, whenever she had too much on
her mind. And this time she would have to pay dearly for her mistake.
He didn't want children, ever. Or so he told her. He made it clear to her
when they first got together, and he would jump at any opportunity to
remind her of this little fact, much to her regret. She always agreed with
him, and played it off as though she had the same opinion, but deep down
his harsh words ate away at her.
She loved him so much she was almost prepared to go along with a life
without kids, as long as it meant being with him for eternity, but now it
had all gone wrong. Her plans of a lifetime of love where almost certainly
about to end, if she made the wrong choice.
It was either her baby, or her man. There was no chance to have both, not
if he had his way. He would make sure of it.
She rubbed her hands protectively over her lower abdomen and cried for what
she was about to give up. The baby that she would never know, or be able
to watch grow up and shower with the love she had never know as a child.
No, this was the right thing to do. It had to be. There was nothing else
she could do. He would never agree to keep it. Never. And she would be
to blame for being careless and forgetting her birth control. He would
never forgive her.
She rocked herself back and forth on the edge of the bath, sobbing
uncontrollably as she tried her best to tell herself it was the right thing
to do and that it was truly what she wanted.
He was right. Kids were a hindrance, a thing that got in the way of people
having a fulfilling life. They were pests that took up all your time and
attention, forcing couples apart over time. They were a complete waste of
money. They needed a parent's constant, undivided attention, something he
was certain he wouldn't be able to give.
But the trouble was she didn't believe it at all. To her children were a
Godsend, a gift that was to be cherished until your dying day. A legacy,
that carried on your genes, for generations to come, when you were long
gone and forgotten.
Little angels, that gave as much love as they took. Making you proud to be
their Mother when the made achievements and reached goals you had dreamed
Children weren't a hindrance at all, and it was selfish to think that was
She wanted to be a soccer mom, complete with Volvo and packed lunches. She
wanted to feel her babies hug her. She wanted to be there to witness there
first words, and steps. She longed to sing them lullabies and read the
fairy tales to put them to sleep. She wanted to see her children graduate,
marry, and give her grandkids, that she could baby-sit on weekends.
Life without children would be meaningless and empty, not the happy
existence that he had almost convinced her it would be.
She had two options. Get rid of her baby, or get rid of her man.
She knew what she had to do.
Ok what do you think? Should I continue with this? Or leave it as a stand-
Leave me a review and let me know your opinions :o)