Honestly, when I thought about this, I wanted to cry. My Cousin- Mookie Muffin, Moo, her friend's mom's friend had a four-month developing baby inside of her stomach. Now, on June 8th, this baby was born. At four months. This baby died. I want to write this story because, frankly, it's a sad plot. It has a heartwretching appeal to it, and I wanted to make this idea come to live.

Please enjoy this story, and I'm sorry if some of the child-birthing techniques aren't wholly correct in it.

(NOTE: Think before you act. If you decide you want to have a child with someone, or even if it's a mistake, don't' give up on it. Care for it- It's you. It him, or her, it's your child. Once you have it, do you really want it to be ripped away?)

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"No! You can't take her from me!" Kairi screamed, clenching her lover's hand as hard as she could. She reached out with her other, for her baby. The one life she would never give up. She wouldn't allow this to be taken from her, not ever. She screamed and kicked, rocked the hospital bed. "Giver her to me! Giver her to me!" Her voice was shrill, high pitched, yet sounded so tired. So unbelievably tired, like she hadn't slept in years. Dark circles were rimming her eyes, met with the wetness of tears. Her eyes were red and shiny, yet filled with yearning and complete hopelessness. She screamed again, craning her neck to the left and sobbing.

She croaked one last word, "Maddy..." before slipping into dulled darkness.

She gasped aloud, looking frantically around the darkened, blue room. Her eyes swelled with fresh tears, her head down. A soft cry turned into repeating bawls, wails even. She touched her lower stomach where she and her partner had made beautiful life emerge. This flesh was bare and smooth. How she missed the fullness of her stomach, the growing lump that bulged lightly from her slightly tanned abdomen. The girl insisted that she and her partner make love once more to have that life back, to have happiness back. He only growled at her, told her to stop her foolishness and to sleep. He told her she was crazy, obsessed with childbirth. Was she? It didn't matter, she didn't care. All she wanted was her baby girl, to cradle, to kiss, to love. She had nothing, now. No one lay beside her, to cuddle and warm her at night. No one slept soundly in the other room, crying for her to need them. She was alone, and that was that.

"Kairi, dear? Is that you?" a voice rung over the speaker. The red-head pursed lips in disincline before answering. "Yes, mother. How are you? Is there anything you need?" She heard a soft sigh of pity.

"Oh, Dear. How have you been? Are you eating properly? How's the husband?" Kairi's jaw tightened, her stomach growled, and her heart ached.

"Sora's fine, Mom. Yes, I'm eating just fine. I promise, Mom." That small sigh ghosted over her mothers' lips once more. "Dear, I'm just worried. I want you to be happy, Honey. Don't you understand?"

"I know that, Mother. Thank you. I appreciate it," She, herself, knew she didn't. She hated her mother worrying for her. She hated when people worry about her, period. It agitated her and made her grumpy. She didn't even try to hide the droned tone she was using to answer.

"When's the last time you and Sora have been out, Sweetie?" the plum-sweetened voice asked, and Kairi knew her mother was in generous interest on the subject of Sora. It was true when her mother mentioned Sora being her husband. But, that had been four months ago. Now, she was alone in the house, the man she loves running wild with who-knows. She hadn't told her family that they had divorced, for her Mother and Father were much to proud of her accomplishment. They knew Sora to be a fine man, a nice and caring gentlemen. After all, he really was. Kairi knew that when her baby had miscarriaged, Sora was tired and angry. He was sad, Kairi knew this too. She never said anything, not even on the day he said he was leaving her. He had said that he couldn't take it anymore. Kairi herself, her needs, her wants. He had said she was 'obsessed', not in it for the marriage or love, but for the child. She had wept when he stormed out the door, suitcases in tow, and the car driven away. Never to fill the parking spot in front of their house, not ever to come back to her.

"Sweetie, maybe you and Sora could come to dinner with me and your Father! How fun that would be, hm?" dulled excitement filled the old woman's voice, Kairi could tell she was smiling on the other end yet forcing her voice to rough happiness.

"Mom..." Kairi was afraid to tell her mother. How could she break her heart like that? To rip out her remaining hopes of starting a functional, warm family? The woman's heart thumped painfully once more, a free hand's fingers tickling lightly over her stomach.

"Yes? Kairi? Kairi, Dear? Kairi, what's wrong?" She couldn't answer the poor woman. Kairi closed her softening eyes, a smile gracing her lips for the first time in what felt like months.

"I love you, Mom..." The line went dead. Kairi had hung up. She was tired.

Unbelievably tired... She looked at the swirling cord of the phone's connection and smiled.

"That's just it, that's... That's what I'll do," her throat closed. She cried out, taking the cord and wrapping it around her smooth neck. She tightened her grip ever so slowly, each sob she spilled sunk her heart.

She wasn't happy, she was miserable. So, why couldn't she do this?

"I..." she started looking down, "I'm going to have you, sweetie." Her voice was laced with bittersweetness, but she ment it.

So, how is this going to play out?

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Short. Yes. I know. I choked on this ._. … I was really sad... I heard about that story from Mookie's, then I read the last page of my -GREAT-AWESOME-WONDERFULLY COMPOSED- book. So... Yeah :D?