Story: My Baby

Summary: JTxLV How Liberty feels after giving up her son. DrabbleShot

Elena: I love JTxLiberty, so I figured I should get started in that fandom. Let's give it a shot.

Dedicated: To Jamers, my Degrassi buddy as well as Outsiders.

My Baby

Liberty smiled as she held the little boy in her arms. After all of the stress, from being detained with normal activities, from not having JT to lean on, and for deciding to give away the pride and joy in her arms, it was worth it. The little boy's eyes were closed and Liberty kissed both lids, watching them flutter.

It wasn't fair. She deserved to keep her child. It was hers, she had birthed it, and she could take care of it. Hell, she'd drop out of school if she could keep this in her arms for the rest of her life. His hair, she noted, was JT's hair, brownish-blond and came out in little waves. And she had noted his brown eyes when he had awoken. She wanted this; she'd give anything to hold the little boy in her arms. The nurse walked in, leading in a couple, who squealed in joy after seeing the little boy, followed by JT, who went unnoticed my Liberty, for her eyes were watching the nurse.

The nurse leaned over and carefully, but almost forcefully took the boy from Liberty's shaking arms. Liberty watched as the nurse talked with the couple, before handing them her child. Her child, goddamnit. She should be there, holding the little boy and picking a name for him. She already knew what his name would be. She was going to name him Jake. And she would love him forever, but sadly, that wasn't Liberty's choice. Or actually, it was. She had given it up, but under extreme pressure from her parents.

As soon as the nurse left, Liberty burst out into loud sobs. JT walked over to her and tentatively wrapped his arms around her, despite everything that had gone on. And surprisingly, she wrapped her arms back around him and sobbed into his shoulder.

"My baby-" She wailed. "My poor, little baby!"

"Our baby..." He said quietly, not to correct her, but it hit him with a reality. His baby had been taken away. He'd have to do something about that.

"My baby-" She whispered softly into his shoulder, before closing her eyes in sleep. "My baby..."

My Baby