This is a one of a kind fan fiction story. This idea was no taken from anyone or their web-site. It "came to me in a dream". Well not quite, but I did think it up on my own. Respect that and e-mail me please before doing a story with pictures. The story is just like any other and to view the pictures, simply click on any words that are light blue. Thanks for reading--enjoy!
As soon as Hope arrived at the Yacht Club she set to work with her sister arranging last minute details. As the guests arrived slowly, she talked with each of them. Everyone was polite and inquired about the baby, but she could see the queston burning in the back of each person's head. "Who's the father?" Hope hadn't talked about it with anyone and no one had asked. The mother to be intended to keep it that way. Even her family was left to wonder.
An hour later, Hope had tears in her eyes. Her father's buisness partner had just made a beautiful speech and her emotions were wild enough as it is. As everyone in the room stood to toast she got a sharp pang in her lower stomach.
"Ow!" she gasped quietly trying not to disturb anyone else. Elizabeth quickly leaned over and whispered in Hope's ear, "Are you okay?"
Hope gasped again. "No! Please just take me somewhere where I can scream." she whisprered fiercely. Elizabeth quickly led Hope out to her car where they drove to the hospital.
*10 am the next morning*
Hope rolled over at the sound of a soft wail. She looked up to see her mother beaming and an older nurse holding a tiny baby.
"He's hungry." she smiled. Hope grinned gorgily back. She was exhausted, but all her weakness seemed to fade when she took her new son in her arms. He was perfect. Well, except for the tears.
"Good morning Harrison Pierce." she whispered softly into his tiny ear.
An hour later Hope's mom came into the small hospital room where the nurses were preparing the baby to go home. Hope saw her mother's expression and immediatly knew her concern. The nurses took their cue to leave and Hope's mother, Anne, sat down.
"Hopie," she started, "now tat the baby is here are you going to tell us who his father is?". Anne didn't speak harshly. She was very calm but the question was tearing her apart.
Hope glanced down the her hands resting on her lap. "Mom, right now, Harrison's father wouldn't help us at all. I can take care of him on my own. I really would rather not tell who it is." she forced a smile to not seem to secretive.
Her mother only stared at her hard. "Your son is going to grow up without a father, Hope. And that is hard. Don't you think he deserves better? This isn't for me, this is for your baby." she got up and left Hope to think about her mother's final words.
The next afternoon, Hope was settling Harrison into the nursery she had helped design. It had a gorgeous view and Hope loved that her baby would be growing up in sucha wonderful place. She smiled as she set his down in the wood crip and ran her finger over his tiny nose. His eyes opened slowly and their deep blue hit her hard. As he closed his eyes again she walked quickly down the hall to her own room and searched through her bags. She pulled out a black book and quickly flipped through it.
"C..Cartney, Callaway, Chambers..ah-hah." She nervously picked up the phone by her bed and positioned herself comfortably in the pillows while she waited for an answer. A minute later she got one.
"Hello?" came a man's voice.
"Hi." she said nervously.
"Who is this?" came the voice again.
"It's me, Hope."
"Hope, I've tried calling you a million times. I must have the wrong number because everytime some guy answers. I've missed you so much!" JC's voice was pleading with her soul.
"Actually, I moved. I know, I didn't give you my new number. But the reason I'm calling is, JC I had a son. Your son." Hope spoke softly and stunned herself at the words that came out of her mouth.
JC stood perfectly still, all his thoughts being mxed hopelessly in his head. He knew he could have a son with Hope. He still remembered the night he fell in love with her 9 months earlier..."Oh my god." was all he could say.
"Listen to me, Jace, I know this must be such a shock," Hope started, "and I can just tell my baby I don't know his father anymore. I can raise a baby myself. I just called so you'd know. If something ever happened to me or something..."
JC cut in firmly, "It's not just your baby, Hope. It's mine to. It's ours."
"Ok." Hope whispered, still unsure of what JC might be thinking JC's voice grew gentle again. "So, what'd you name our baby?" his face brightened at the words.
"Harrison Pierce Spencer. Seven pounds, 12 ounces, 26 hours old." she said adding her own last name. She smiled at the picture of the baby beside her bed. Then she snapped out of her trance. "Sorry to bother you. I'll let you go now. Bye." she said quickly and with that, hung up the phone. A small tear fell down her cheek as she lay her head against one of her pillows and cried herself softly to sleep.
"Wait! Hope!" CJC yelled into his phone before slamming it shut. "God, JC, why didn't you get her number, or act happy for her or something?" he asked himself, frustrated.He flipped his cell phone open again and spoke quickly. "Yeah, Marc, I need you to find someone for me. Yeah, Florida. Spencer, Hope." He had promised Hope 10 months ago his night with her woudn't be a one-night-stand. He couldn't break his promise. He didn't want to.
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