It must have all been a dream. The last thing I remember was Abraham holding me in his arms telling me he loves me. He was there right?

Where is he now? I started looking everywhere around me and only noticed my Dad.

"It's okay baby Daddy's here. I'm gonna be with you the entire way."

I was on a stretcher being rolled into a hospital room with my Dad holding my hand the entire time. All I felt was pain around my belly.

"The...baby's com...coming." I said weak.

"Yup and you have to be at your strongest okay?" He said holding my head.

I smiled. I will.

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I started pushing and pushing. So much pressure.

"Come on baby you got it." My Dad said holding my hand.

I didn't think I could anymore. My breathing was shallow and I was exhausted.

"One more push Alicia and she's out." The doctor said.

I gripped onto my Dad's hand tightly and gave it all I could.

All I could hear was the tiny cries of my baby. The doctor quickly put the baby on my chest and in my arms.

All I could do was cry at the beautiful moment this truly was. She was beautiful.

"She's beautiful baby. I'm so proud of you." My Dad said with tears in his eyes.

I began kissing her forehead and just loving her as much as a new mother should and could.

"What's her name?" The nurse asked.

"Vanessa."