Series: A Life Less Ordinary 3/? (Lita) PG
Title: A Life Less Ordinary
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy gives birth, alone but determined. How much will her life change?
Notes: I have learned that people are very patient with me, and I want them to know, I appreciate them for that.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy and birth.
Previous Chapters
Amy had never felt more alone in her life, sitting on the couch in her parent’s overpriced, museum-like living room and hoping that everything that was going wrong would simply pass.
Maybe one morning she would wake up, and simply not be pregnant.
It was just too bad that life did not work that way, and it hadn’t been for the last seven months. She smoothed a hand over her swollen belly and sighed, dropping her head back on the back of the couch with a soft sigh.
It would be a lot easier if Randy’s parents would even allow him to talk to her, but to be honest he’d pretty much stopped trying a little while ago.
School was over; she had ended up leaving due to the sheer ridicule of the entire experience, of being a pregnant teen, something that people saw as being just another growing statistic for her generation.
She didn’t see herself, or her baby as a statistic, despite the sheer terror she felt at the thought that her life would most definitely never be the same and that she would not be able to survive on her own.
A sharp pain echoed through her and she pressed a hand to her abdomen, gritting her teeth and trying to contain the sheer agony of the experience as she felt wetness between her legs.
Her water had broken.
Panic overcame her momentarily, her breathing increasing to harsh gasps of air, inhaling and exhaling at a speed usually reserved for a long distance run.
Standing she managed to make her way to the phone and dialled 911, soon finding herself in the maternity ward of a hospital she hadn’t been in since she was six years old and broke her arm falling out of a tree.
That pain had been nothing compared to this, but at least her parents had been there for her, they definitely weren't now.
Pulling out her walkman she was glad for the slight haze of drugs, the epidural the doctor had given her serving its purpose well as she pushed the bud headphones into her ears and sucked in a deep breath as a twinge made its way past the haze and rubbed her tummy, still feeling a little bit alienated from the entire experience and more than a little bit of fear.
It wasn't long, or at least it didn't seem long until she was in the delivery room, hair stuck to her forehead and curse words making their way out of her lips as she stared up at the ceiling holding a nurse's hand and wishing someone was there with her who actually cared about her.
Closing her eyes she found herself drifting off as the doctor's voice raised, indicating trouble and unconsciousness took her over as she heard an odd noise and then the sound of a baby cry.
She woke a few hours later, trying to come out of the fog she had been put in and suddenly aware of how sore she was, and that she felt empty for the first time in a long time.
It was a harsh feeling, and not one that she particularly enjoyed as tears sparkled in her eyes and her heart seemed to stutter momentarily.
''Amy?'' a nurse with a kind voice asked, entering her room and holding a small baby in her arms. ''Would you like to see your daughter?''
Amy managed to push herself up, using the button on the side of the bed to elevate it. ''Yes, I would thank you.'' She didn't know where her timid, polite tone of voice came from but perhaps those teachers at that stuffy private school had taught her something after all.
“Here she is, have you thought of a name for her yet?” the nurse asked her, depositing her baby girl in her arms with some gentle instruction.
Before she could even stop to think her own name spilled from her lips and the nurse looked at her in surprise.
“But that’s your name,” the nurse commented softly.
Amy smiled; nodding her head as she looked down into at the most beautiful baby she had ever seen her life, no matter what. “If men get to do it, why shouldn’t women?”
The nurse laughed softly, nodding her head. “I can see your logic, and I think I like it. And the name of the father…” She broached the subject as sensitively as she could, not wanting to upset the young girl.
Amy briefly entertained the idea of having no name being put on the birth certificate. “Randall Keith Orton, but she should have my last name.”
The nurse nodded, touching her arm briefly, as though trying to offer her some small sense of comfort.
“So for the record,” the nurse said after jotting down the name of both parents, “The baby’s full name will be?”
Amy looked down into her daughter’s face once again, a smile spreading across her lips. “Amelia Christine Dumas, I’ll call her ‘Lia,”’ she said softly.
The nurse nodded, writing that down and taking the baby as Amy signed the paper herself, giving little Lia back after only a moment.
“I’ll go file this right away, give you both a moment alone,” she smiled, leaving the room.
Amy smiled, mentally counting her daughter’s fingers and then her toes, “Well little girl, you caused me a lot of pain tonight, and on every birthday from now on I’ll make sure you know it. But I’ll also let you know, that it was worth it and you are loved.”
She pressed her lips to the baby’s head, a tear sliding down her cheeks.
“No matter what, no matter what now Lia, it is you and I against the world, back to back and ready to fight,” she whispered to the baby and the empty room around her.
Her fear left her, replaced by a sense of peace and the understanding that there was no way anyone was going to hurt her or her daughter ever again.
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy gives birth, alone but determined. How much will her life change?
Notes: I have learned that people are very patient with me, and I want them to know, I appreciate them for that.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy and birth.
Previous Chapters
Amy had never felt more alone in her life, sitting on the couch in her parent’s overpriced, museum-like living room and hoping that everything that was going wrong would simply pass.
Maybe one morning she would wake up, and simply not be pregnant.
It was just too bad that life did not work that way, and it hadn’t been for the last seven months. She smoothed a hand over her swollen belly and sighed, dropping her head back on the back of the couch with a soft sigh.
It would be a lot easier if Randy’s parents would even allow him to talk to her, but to be honest he’d pretty much stopped trying a little while ago.
School was over; she had ended up leaving due to the sheer ridicule of the entire experience, of being a pregnant teen, something that people saw as being just another growing statistic for her generation.
She didn’t see herself, or her baby as a statistic, despite the sheer terror she felt at the thought that her life would most definitely never be the same and that she would not be able to survive on her own.
A sharp pain echoed through her and she pressed a hand to her abdomen, gritting her teeth and trying to contain the sheer agony of the experience as she felt wetness between her legs.
Her water had broken.
Panic overcame her momentarily, her breathing increasing to harsh gasps of air, inhaling and exhaling at a speed usually reserved for a long distance run.
Standing she managed to make her way to the phone and dialled 911, soon finding herself in the maternity ward of a hospital she hadn’t been in since she was six years old and broke her arm falling out of a tree.
That pain had been nothing compared to this, but at least her parents had been there for her, they definitely weren't now.
Pulling out her walkman she was glad for the slight haze of drugs, the epidural the doctor had given her serving its purpose well as she pushed the bud headphones into her ears and sucked in a deep breath as a twinge made its way past the haze and rubbed her tummy, still feeling a little bit alienated from the entire experience and more than a little bit of fear.
It wasn't long, or at least it didn't seem long until she was in the delivery room, hair stuck to her forehead and curse words making their way out of her lips as she stared up at the ceiling holding a nurse's hand and wishing someone was there with her who actually cared about her.
Closing her eyes she found herself drifting off as the doctor's voice raised, indicating trouble and unconsciousness took her over as she heard an odd noise and then the sound of a baby cry.
She woke a few hours later, trying to come out of the fog she had been put in and suddenly aware of how sore she was, and that she felt empty for the first time in a long time.
It was a harsh feeling, and not one that she particularly enjoyed as tears sparkled in her eyes and her heart seemed to stutter momentarily.
''Amy?'' a nurse with a kind voice asked, entering her room and holding a small baby in her arms. ''Would you like to see your daughter?''
Amy managed to push herself up, using the button on the side of the bed to elevate it. ''Yes, I would thank you.'' She didn't know where her timid, polite tone of voice came from but perhaps those teachers at that stuffy private school had taught her something after all.
“Here she is, have you thought of a name for her yet?” the nurse asked her, depositing her baby girl in her arms with some gentle instruction.
Before she could even stop to think her own name spilled from her lips and the nurse looked at her in surprise.
“But that’s your name,” the nurse commented softly.
Amy smiled; nodding her head as she looked down into at the most beautiful baby she had ever seen her life, no matter what. “If men get to do it, why shouldn’t women?”
The nurse laughed softly, nodding her head. “I can see your logic, and I think I like it. And the name of the father…” She broached the subject as sensitively as she could, not wanting to upset the young girl.
Amy briefly entertained the idea of having no name being put on the birth certificate. “Randall Keith Orton, but she should have my last name.”
The nurse nodded, touching her arm briefly, as though trying to offer her some small sense of comfort.
“So for the record,” the nurse said after jotting down the name of both parents, “The baby’s full name will be?”
Amy looked down into her daughter’s face once again, a smile spreading across her lips. “Amelia Christine Dumas, I’ll call her ‘Lia,”’ she said softly.
The nurse nodded, writing that down and taking the baby as Amy signed the paper herself, giving little Lia back after only a moment.
“I’ll go file this right away, give you both a moment alone,” she smiled, leaving the room.
Amy smiled, mentally counting her daughter’s fingers and then her toes, “Well little girl, you caused me a lot of pain tonight, and on every birthday from now on I’ll make sure you know it. But I’ll also let you know, that it was worth it and you are loved.”
She pressed her lips to the baby’s head, a tear sliding down her cheeks.
“No matter what, no matter what now Lia, it is you and I against the world, back to back and ready to fight,” she whispered to the baby and the empty room around her.
Her fear left her, replaced by a sense of peace and the understanding that there was no way anyone was going to hurt her or her daughter ever again.