“I know that they abandoned me when I needed them, but—but I just—I can’t believe this happened,” Courtney cried from inside the room.

“Sh, Courtney, everything is going to be alright,” Trent replied.

“Poor Courtney,” Sierra stated as we stood outside of the room. She bounced up and down in an attempt to quiet Lyric down.

There was silence, except for Lyric’s whimpering, for the next twenty minutes or so.

Trent and Courtney came out of the room, his hands situated on her shoulders, massaging them. Her eyes were red and puffy-looking, “Sierra, can I have Lyric? He’s probably just hungry.”

Sierra handed the baby over to her.

Courtney turned to Trent, “Could you sign the release forms? I forgot all about it.”

“Sure, Babe,” He kissed her on the forehead before going over to the nurses’ desk.

Courtney retreated back into the room, coming out about five minutes later. She still looked upset, “I just want to leave as soon as possible. I just want to go home.”

I nodded, “We can go as soon as Trent gets done signing those papers.”

“Miss Winters,” The police officer spoke up (I had forgotten that he was even there since he had been so quiet.), “I know that this is a hard time for you, but I need to take some contact information in case if any more information turns up.”

“Sure, Officer,” Courtney replied.

They went over the information that he needed.

“If I need to know anything else and if I hear of anything else, I’ll contact you. Take care of yourself, Miss Winters. Oh, and, congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Courtney answered sadly.

After everything was taken care of, the group made our way back to the parking garage and into my car. Sierra had taken her CD back into its case. She replaced the space in the CD player where her CD had been with the CD I had in the player previously. I knew what was coming; I didn’t like this one bit.

She turned the CD to track number two…

“I know that we are young,
And I know that you may love me,
But I just can’t be with you like this anymore,

“Sierra, change the song,” I growled.

Suddenly, Sierra started belting out the lyrics, probably as loud as she possibly could,
“She’s got both hands,
In her pockets,
And she won’t look at you,
Won’t look at you,
She hides true,
En su bolsillo,
She’s got a halo around her finger,
Around you.”

I could hear Trent laughing in the backseat and I’m sure I even heard a few quiet laughs escape from Courtney.

Of course, Sierra had to continue, but this time changing the lyrics slightly,
“You know that I love Codykins,
Hot like Mexico rejoice,
At this point I’ve gotta choose,
Nothing to lose.


“Sierra! I can’t concentrate on driving when you’re yelling!” I yelled at her.

“Is this song yours and Alejandro’s song? I mean, it so totally fits you two!”

“Sierra, no, this song does not describe my relationship with Alejandro.”

“Yes it does.”


Apparently the chorus was over because I heard GAGA go,
“Please, stop, just let me go, Alejandro, just let me go.”

“Is that what you say when you and Al are…doing it?”

“Sierra! Just stop doing this!”

“What? I’m just lightening the mood.”

I saw her pouting out of the corner of my eye; she was acting like she wasn’t trying to piss me off.

I sighed, trying to concentrate on driving, "Sierra, please just stop."

Sierra pouted even more.

Without notice, she started singing, again,

"Sierra, I'm serious. Stop," I groaned, "I can't concentrate on driving."

She still didn’t stop. She kept repeating the same song, over and over again, until we finally got to her house.
I was surprised I even managed to get back after that experience. It really was stressful and I just wish that Sierra had found another way to “try to lighten the mood.”

“Heather, where were you?” I heard Alejandro asked, walking up to me as I took my shoes off at the doorway, “I’ve been worried about you, chica.”

“I just had to pick Courtney up from the hospital, no big deal,” I replied, starting for the stairs.

“You’ve got to take it easier. You don’t want to hurt the baby.”

“Huh?” I turned around on the step to look at him.

“Did you know that you can still miscarry? I’ve been reading about it to make sure that you don’t do anything dangerous.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m seriously worried about you, Heather.”

“Fine, that’s great and all, but you don’t have to worry when I go out. I’m going to be fine,” I marched up the steps; I bumped into someone, “Chris?!”

“How did you get in my house?” Alejandro asked, coming up the steps.

“I have my ways,” Chris smirked.

“An even better question: Why are you here?” I asked.

“I’m filming to get the fans excited for the reunion episode. It’s to boost ratings.”

“Where are the cameras?” Alejandro asked.

“The interns recorded it,” Chris pointed to an intern coming down the stairs behind him.

The intern’s face fell, “I forgot to take off the lens cap.”


“I forgot to take off the lens cap.”

“You’re fired!”

“Can you leave?” I snapped, “We were in the middle of something.”

“I’m in the middle of trying to boost my ratings,” Chris countered.

“Just get out!”

“Fine! I’ll find some other way to boost my ratings,” Chris and the interns started towards the door, “See if I care.”

They left…finally.

“Where were we in our argument?” Alejandro asked.

I broke down in tears unexpectedly, “Why are we arguing?”

He took me into his arms, “Sh, Heather.”

“I’m just under so much stress right now and…and I just feel like that when you asked me where I was and you were worried about me that—that you don’t think I can take care of myself—and—and—“

“Heather, calm down, everything’s going to be alright.”

“What if I lose her? What if I do something wrong and I never even get the chance for her to be my daughter? And even if I don’t miscarry, I have no idea how to take care of her. I’ve never even taken care of a baby, how am I supposed to take care of my daughter? And to add onto that, I’m fat. And—I have no idea how—how this is going to work out—and I’m just so worried.“

“You’re going to do great. You don’t have to worry.”

I buried my head into his chest; I was still crying really hard. He rubbed my back in an attempt to try to soothe me.

Alejandro lifted me into his arms and carried me to his room. He laid me down on the bed, lying down next to me. I curled up next to him all the while still crying.

“I love you, Heather.”

He ran a hand through my hair. Pieces of hair fell from my ponytail. I didn’t care, though.

“I love you, too,” I replied.

“I just want you to know that we’re going to get through this and everything is going to be fine.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Am I afraid of what?”

“Are you afraid of being a dad?”

“A part of me is afraid, sure. I’m going to have to take care of this new life for the next eighteen years and if I make a mistake, it might be fatal. But, I’m going to have tough this out because I have better things to worry about, like you and Marisol. I can tell that you’re afraid of being a mom, but you’re going to be alright. I’m not going to let anything happen to the two most important girls in my life,” He placed his hands on my stomach. Marisol immediately started kicking, “See? Marisol agrees with me. She’s Daddy’s little girl already, isn’t she?”

Of course, she had to kick exactly where his hand was.