Andy pulled up his Porsche in the driveway, and I held my stomach and scotched in, my stomac barely fitting underneath te dashboard. I had on an indigo baby doll tee shirt and a pair of capris, as well as a pair of sandals. My key hung over my heart, reminding me, as always, of my past life. "Visit us any time," my aunt and uncle said, "Victoria and Zoë miss you, and I do too!" my aunt and uncle and sandy had said to me before. They would never take me back if they saw me like this. "So, final checkup with the baby doctor before your due date," "Andy said, shaking out his hair." "yeah. We should really get my dad- sorry. Forget it." I pulled away from him, squishing myself against the door, and he grabbed my hand. "hey. Maddie. He misses you. You'll be with him soon enough," Andrew told me, trying to make it seem like there was a way I would ever see my father again. "no, I won't. If I raise this baby with you, I will not let this cancer beat me. I need to show my mamí and papí that I am strong." "you don't need to show them anything. You can do this, Jade. I believe in you." "I leaned back against my seat. "just drive, you ass." I said, mockingly. He smiled at me, and laughed.
I came out of the doctors office and into the parking lot, and felt a kick from my little girl or boy. "ouch," I said, in pain. There was another kick. Hard. I screamed. "somebody get a doctor!" Andy screamed. "Andy, it's time." his face went pale. A few EMTs rushed out with a wheelchair as my water broke. "damn," Andy said, and fell over, knocked out.
A few hours later, I heard the sound that I had been waiting to hear for so long. The cry of a baby. My baby. "It's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed, happily. My little princess! "hello, Christina. Who's a pretty baby?" I asked as the nurse headed her to me, now wrapped up in a little pink blanket. She had a thick layer of blonde hair on her head, and big brown eyes, just like her papí. Just like me.