I'm Pregnant By A Rockstar. This Is Just Great.
Coming Back
Rebecca's POV
My father and I sat down on the bench. I looked around at the beautiful sight again and smiled a little. My father took my hand and I looked over at him. He smiled and pushed some hair out of my face. "I've missed you so much, little Lotti." My father said. He calls me little Lotti from the movie The Phantom of the Opera. When Christine is called that. It was mine and my father's favorite movie.
"I've missed you too, daddy." I leaned over and hugged him close to me. He hugged me back and pulled me into his lap. Yeah, my dad and I are very affectionate with each other. But it's nothing gross or inappropriate or anything like that. My mom and brother are more affectionate than me and my mom. But my mom doesn't like me. So it doesn't matter to me.
"So tell me about this Matt guy." I laughed a little at my father's straight forward question. I rolled my eyes and started messing with my engagement ring.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"What's his whole name?"
"Matthew Charles Sanders."
"Does he have any siblings?" My father started rubbing my back a little bit.
"One sister. And before you ask, her name is Amy." I said.
"Alright. You just read my mind." He chuckled a little. "What are his parents names?"
"Gary and Kim Sanders."
"Is he allergic to anything?"
"Grass."
"Grass? Really?" My dad pulled back to look at me. I nodded.
"Yeah really. He takes allergy pills every morning so that he doesn't get an allergic reaction. I find it kind of cute that he has the insecurity." I smiled a little. "But I wonder if our son will have the same allergic reaction." I pondered that for a moment and then started crying. My baby must be missing me.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" My father asked. I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"I just had a son a few minutes ago. That's why I'm most likely here and he's there all by himself and I need to get to him." I sobbed into my father's chest.
"He's by himself? Isn't someone with him?" My father asked.
"Well, Matt and his friends are with him. But it's not the same. I'm his mother. I should be with him, but I lost too much blood." My father kissed the top of my head and held me close.
"I'm sure he's in good hands. If Matt treats you well, then he'll treat his son well."
"How do you know that?"
"Because it's all about how a man treats his woman that it reflects how he will treat his kids. If he treats you well, then he'll treat his kids well. He does treat you well, right?" I giggle a little.
"Yes daddy. He treats me very well. I just wish that I could see him again before I die." I sniffled.
"Sweetheart, you're not gonna die. Not yet anyway."
"What?" I asked confused. I looked up at my father, a frown on my brow.
"You're not gonna die yet." He smiled down at me.
"Then why am I here?"
"You're unconscious and tapping into your memories of me. Don't worry. But sweetie, you need to wake up now." He kissed my forehead and we stood up.
"But I don't wanna wake up. Then I have to leave you." I hugged him close.
"Not necessarily. I'll always be in your heart and mind. Now go back to Matt and your son. He needs you. And tell your son that grandpa said hi." I smiled with tears in my eyes and nodded. Soon everything faded and there was a black door standing in front of me. I sighed, grabbed the door handle and opened it. I looked into the blackness and decided to take the leap. I stepped forward into the unknown blackness and-
My father and I sat down on the bench. I looked around at the beautiful sight again and smiled a little. My father took my hand and I looked over at him. He smiled and pushed some hair out of my face. "I've missed you so much, little Lotti." My father said. He calls me little Lotti from the movie The Phantom of the Opera. When Christine is called that. It was mine and my father's favorite movie.
"I've missed you too, daddy." I leaned over and hugged him close to me. He hugged me back and pulled me into his lap. Yeah, my dad and I are very affectionate with each other. But it's nothing gross or inappropriate or anything like that. My mom and brother are more affectionate than me and my mom. But my mom doesn't like me. So it doesn't matter to me.
"So tell me about this Matt guy." I laughed a little at my father's straight forward question. I rolled my eyes and started messing with my engagement ring.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"What's his whole name?"
"Matthew Charles Sanders."
"Does he have any siblings?" My father started rubbing my back a little bit.
"One sister. And before you ask, her name is Amy." I said.
"Alright. You just read my mind." He chuckled a little. "What are his parents names?"
"Gary and Kim Sanders."
"Is he allergic to anything?"
"Grass."
"Grass? Really?" My dad pulled back to look at me. I nodded.
"Yeah really. He takes allergy pills every morning so that he doesn't get an allergic reaction. I find it kind of cute that he has the insecurity." I smiled a little. "But I wonder if our son will have the same allergic reaction." I pondered that for a moment and then started crying. My baby must be missing me.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" My father asked. I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"I just had a son a few minutes ago. That's why I'm most likely here and he's there all by himself and I need to get to him." I sobbed into my father's chest.
"He's by himself? Isn't someone with him?" My father asked.
"Well, Matt and his friends are with him. But it's not the same. I'm his mother. I should be with him, but I lost too much blood." My father kissed the top of my head and held me close.
"I'm sure he's in good hands. If Matt treats you well, then he'll treat his son well."
"How do you know that?"
"Because it's all about how a man treats his woman that it reflects how he will treat his kids. If he treats you well, then he'll treat his kids well. He does treat you well, right?" I giggle a little.
"Yes daddy. He treats me very well. I just wish that I could see him again before I die." I sniffled.
"Sweetheart, you're not gonna die. Not yet anyway."
"What?" I asked confused. I looked up at my father, a frown on my brow.
"You're not gonna die yet." He smiled down at me.
"Then why am I here?"
"You're unconscious and tapping into your memories of me. Don't worry. But sweetie, you need to wake up now." He kissed my forehead and we stood up.
"But I don't wanna wake up. Then I have to leave you." I hugged him close.
"Not necessarily. I'll always be in your heart and mind. Now go back to Matt and your son. He needs you. And tell your son that grandpa said hi." I smiled with tears in my eyes and nodded. Soon everything faded and there was a black door standing in front of me. I sighed, grabbed the door handle and opened it. I looked into the blackness and decided to take the leap. I stepped forward into the unknown blackness and-
Notes
Another chapter.I hope you like it.
Sorry it's still short.
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