Zeta's POV

Only two more weeks until my due date. The anticipation is literally killing me! I cannot wait to be a mother!

It's such a great feeling and just the thought gives me goosebumps. Jax and I figured out a name for her: Adelyn Jane Brown. We're giving her Jax's last name.

It's now June. Senior year is nearly over and adulthood is right around the corner. I'm going to be a mom and a graduate. My school is allowing me to go to the ceremony even though I'm doing their online program. I don't know whether I want the baby to be born before or after it, though.

Jax and I each have jobs and are saving up for not necessarily a house, but our own place, like an apartment or something. My aunt Jenny and Jax's parents are helping out too.

Obviously, everyone's mad at us for young pregnancy and yes, it was a bad decision. But in the end, they still love us and they're going to help us no matter what. Just to be clear, the process was a mistake, not the baby. I'm going to make sure Adelyn knows that.

It was June 14 and aunt Jenny, Jax, and I were watching tv when I got this sudden pain. "Ow!" I day. Jenny stands up, "Zeta, are you okay?" I hold my stomach, taking deep breaths, "I think I'm having contractions." I groan in pain as this liquid falls to the ground "Oh gosh... my water just broke." Jax rushes for the keys, "I'll go start the car." Jenny nodded, "Come on, we're going to take you to the hospital."

I laugh nervously, "Tomorrow's the last day of school... I don't want him to miss it." Jenny shook her head, "This is more important." She took my hand and guided me to the car. The pains were becoming more consistent, almost like a pattern. And they hurt way more.

I wanted to scream and I hadn't even gone into labor yet. How was this pain going to compare to the actual delivery?!

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I was put in a wheelchair and brought to a room. I was wearing one of those weird hospital outfits. I told Jax to go to school so he could graduate, despite his arguments to stay, he went.

Jenny had to stay in the waiting room as they hooked me to a monitor and did some other stuff. I was so tired and in a lot of pain.

This is actually happening?!

They gave me food and water and pills for the pain. None of the pains from my time of the moth could compare to the pain of contractions. Wow, being a girl sucks!

I'd already had contractions before, but they were all false alarms. Now it's actually happening. I'm having this baby. Oh my gosh...

Aunt Jenny and the doctor came into my room. "I'm Dr. Harrison and I'm going to be delivering your baby," she said "We ran some tests and we discovered a problem with the placenta. That's what helps supply your baby with oxygen and food through the umbilical cord. So we're going to have to perform a c-section."

I raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem with the baby?" I asked. She shook her head, "No. but if we do a... normal delivery, then the baby may not get the right amount of oxygen, the umbilical cord might rap around her neck... it could just cause some problems and it'd be safer to do the caesarean section."

I nodded, "Okay then." She flipped through some papers, "So what were going to do is give you a pill to make you sleep and then make an incision in your abdomen. And we will surgically remove your baby through a different incision."

Now I was getting a bit nervous, but I knew that this was the best thing to do for my daughter. "Okay." Then the pains came back and a wail escaped from my lips.

Dr. Harrison called in some of the nurses and gave me a shot which caused me to sleep. As everything went black, it was the last time I'd be a kid.

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My eyes fluttered open. My stomach was hurting and I went to feel it, there were stitches, but no bump. I looked around, "Where's my baby?!" I questioned the nurse. She said she was in that case thing. I contained myself from screaming and/or yelling, "I want to hold my baby." I looked up at her "please!"

She went to go get the doctor and I sat there, searching the room for the case with my daughter in it. The nurses told me I couldn't stand up for a certain amount of time because I had to be careful. Guess they didn't trust me.

I heard the doctors heels click from down the hallway coming for my room. I sat up, anxious to see my daughter. She seemed to be taking forever just to make her way here. I wanted to run to my child, but I sat there waiting anxiously just to see Adelyn's face.

The doctor turned the corner and entered the room, holding my baby in her arms. I was kind of angry that I wasn't the one who was holding her first, but I was too overcome with emotions to care at that point.

I started crying and held out my arms as she handed over my daughter. I pressed her gently close to my body and stroked her soft face. She and I had those matching bracelet tags and she was wearing a pink onesie, beanie, and white booties. She was sucking on a pacifier and woke up when I held her. I knew she was my daughter and she must've known that I was her mother.

She just looked up at me with those beautiful gray eyes, I smiled at her and she cooed back. I sniffles as I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you baby girl."

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