My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!


30. Shock of the Century

On the way to the doctors appointment I threw up outside the car, got in, finished my chamomile tea, and then sang with Mikey like two teenagers on a road trip. Honestly, although my life is to the point of collapsing around me and I still can't figure out what I'm going to do with it all, I'm happier than I have been in a long time.

Pulling up, we both climbed out. Mikey holds the door to the office and bows as he waves me in, grinning widely. I laugh and walk in, waddling a bit. My gait has gone a bit unsteady as I gain weight, growing too big for a proper walk, but just slightly. I still have around four months to go, less than, actually.

After I am signed in and such I slowly settle myself into a corner seat, pulling out my book and reading, only to be interrupted by Mikey.

"Please tell me you realize that book is only going to scare you?" He asks, voice resigned.

"Shush up, nincompoop. If I wanna be scared of giving birth I will be." I say right back, a small grin curling my lip.

We both burst into peals of laughter. Cutting of the second we hear, "Roaseanne Martinez."

Helping me up, Mikey and I follow the petite nurse back, Mikey's hand resting on the small of my back before he helps me sit. I lay back and roll up my white T-shirt.

"How are you doing today?" She asks as the actual technician comes in.

"Fine," I reply, never having been much for small talk.

The technician rubs the gel on my stomach, the feeling warm and comforting in an odd way. Turning to the screen I watch as he moves it around and around, finally gaining a heartbeat. Both of us, Mikey and I, well up with tears and I grin. "My baby..." I mumble.

Shaking his head the doctor turns, "Actually, you're wrong."

"Huh?" I ask like a complete imbecile, I'm so confused. I'm having a baby, what could he mean.

"Not your baby. Your babies." He corrects with a slowly growing smile, but as his gains in brightness mine drops.

"B-babies?? As in more than one?!" I almost screech, voice so high in pitch it's barely audible.

He nods, and now it's his turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, my mistake, ma'am. I thought it was fantastic news... But, would you like to know the genders?" He questions, obviously wary of my response now.

Although I know he is waiting, I don't respond. I'm too numb. One baby was enough. Hard and I knew it would be a challenge, but I believed I could overcome this obstacle. Now? Not so much. One baby changes everything, but two causes my world to come crashing down around me. I can't handle two newborn babies, not even with Mikey's help. Maybe... Adoption would be a better way to go....

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