Rose's POV:

Sometimes, you need to see life through someone else's eyes before things actually do change for you. Sometimes you just need to understand that your actions can hurt someone, and that at some point, you just stop being a helpless child, and you need to actually start taking care of yourself. Because thanks to that, I'm still alive.

I was pregnant at eighteen. I was becoming a mother at eighteen. I had severe depression, anxiety and was suicidal at eighteen.

But you know what the strange thing is? Today, I am twenty-three.


It took a lot of growing up on my part before things really began to change, for the better might I add. It first started after I took a pregnancy test, I broke down in Andy's arms first, and then we just got to talking after we both had a meltdown. It was actually quite refreshing, and I personally think tat it saved our relationship all together.

We decided to keep the baby, (not that I would've done anything else), and Andy stayed and helped me through the entire thing, just like he said he would.

A month into my pregnancy I went to see a therapist about my mental health. It was scary and awkward at first, but Andy stayed with me through the whole thing as well, holding my hand sweetly and rubbing my barely swollen stomach at the same time.

I got better.

But I can say this, life isn't perfect, in fact, it's the exact opposite really. But the strange thing about humans is how even in imperfect situations we can still find any little bit of perfection that masks every other horrible quality and replaces it with something amazing. I know that some people say that we stick around to see the good things come true, but I've always seen it as something else. I believe that we stick around not to live like Gods with endless good memories, but so that we can prove that their is a reason for us to exist. A reason worth fighting for.

For me, my reason started out bad, awful even, and then turned out to be amazing.

Let me introduce you to Avery Quinn Biersack.

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"Mama, can we have pancakes for breakfast?"

I groan and bury further into Andy's embrace, hiding from my rather rambunctious four year old daughter. She continues to poke and prod at my back, practically begging for me to get up.

Andy nudges me in the side, shaking his head at m as he kisses me before he goes to start breakfast.

"Avie, how about we leave Mommy alone for now, she isn't feeling too well with your little brother constantly kicking her. Now, did somebody mention pancakes?" Andy is honestly the best father in the world, and Avery absolutely adores her Daddy.

She giggles as she leaps swiftly from the bed, dashing off in the other direction and away from Andy as he chases after her like a monster. I laugh lightly to myself, as I slowly sit up, wincing slightly at a particularly painful kick. Andy, as if sensing my slight distress, he enters the room, our beautiful daughter clinging to him.

He sets her down gently beside me as he rushes to ensure that i'm alright. i nod, smiling softly at him as my heart warms at his concern. He truly is the sweetest husband ever.

Andy helps me to my feet and does another once-over, putting his palms flat over my swollen belly, kissing my temple softly. "How's my son in there?"

I shrug, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, "he seems to be interested in kick-boxing already. I can tell that this little guy is going to be quite the handful when he's a teenager."

Andy grins and kisses my lips quickly, "that's going to be fun."

"Remember that you also have a daughter," I remind him, smirking a little at his sudden pained expression.

"Don't even remind me," he mutters, looking longingly at our little girl who is currently happily snuggled up under the sheets.

Andy pounces on the bed, drawing me into his embrace once again as he switches on the television, all thoughts of breakfast long forgotten as we watch TV on a sleepy Sunday afternoon.

Two months later, and another addition to our family. Little Hunter Damon Biersack.

Notes

THE END.