Matt was great through most of the pregnancy. Then during my eighth month I was coming home earlier. I knew Matt wasn't going to be home, so I was going surprise him when he got home with dinner. As I was in the elevator up to the penthouse, my water broke. A month early. Thank god I could reach the phone in time to call 911.

When I came into the apartment I grabbed the phone, called 911 and the said they would be there soon. When I hung up the phone I heard a noise from the bedroom. "Matthew." I called, "Is that you? Did you get home from practice early?" Then I heard the noise again. Clutching my stomach holding on to things as I walked I made my way back to the bedroom. I pushed open the door. When I could see inside, I almost fainted. Matt was in bed with one of the cheerleaders. He was having sex with her! In our bed! In our home! I heard the ambulance siren coming up the street.

"Matthew what's going on?" I yelled! He jumped and turned around. The next thing I remember I am in the hospital having the baby. It was a girl. I named her Elizabeth Gwendolyn. Matthew came to the hospital but I didn't let him in the delivery room. He didn't even have a say in the baby's name. We got a divorce. I was living by my self with the baby, in a little apartment close to my shop.

I was walking to the shop one day, when I bumped into a man on the street. I turned around to say I was sorry, and stopped in mid sentence. It was Aaron.

"Aaron oh my gosh. What are you doing in New York?" I asked. He told me and asked if I wanted to go get some coffee with him, and catch up on everything. So we went to the coffee house down the street, and talked for hours. I thought that maybe Aaron and I could be friends.

But then one day my doorbell rang. I answered the door and it was Aaron. As soon as I opened the door Aaron grabbed me and kissed me. I'm sure you think as you're reading this that his kissing me means we got back together.

Sorry but that's not what happened. I pushed Aaron away.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him.

"Angel I was you back."

"No Aaron, you cant have me back. I'm not even divorced yet." I told Aaron he had to leave. I moved Elizabeth and myself back to Texas, but not back to Galveston, to Corpus Christi. Most people fall in love, and live happily ever after. I didn't get my happy ending exactly the way I had pictured it. But I got two things out of this whole experience, Number one: the love of my life Elizabeth Gwendolyn Ronalds. Number two: A successful career as a fashion designer.

A/N: Hey guys, well here it is! Please don't hate me for not having her end up with anyone, but when I wrote this story, I was going through a tough time, and I was positive that all men were scum and not worth a damn thing! But anyways I've got it all up! And I just want to say thank you all for reviewing and reading this story. I'm going to try and get some inspiration to write a new one soon. But for now, go and check out Life, Love, and Growing up. Its way better than this story was, although I might not update on for like a week or two because I am suffering from Severe case of writers block. But anyways Thanks again everyone, I hope you all enjoyed it!

-Mini May