Author: Linda (aka Lin4u)
Disclaimer: Just borrowing them, I don’t own them.
Category: AU
Coupling: CC
Rating: Mature, I think
Summary: Read the prologue, It’ll tell you what you need.
A/N: I started writing the prologue this morning. I don’t know how I got the idea, I just wrote what came in my mind. I thought that maybe this could be something. Tell me what you think.

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<B>Prologue</B>
What would you do if your best friend, the girl you have known since the day she was born, was saying to you something that was the last thing you would have expected?
What would you do if your best friend, the girl who was always on your side, was telling you something that would change your life forever?
What would you do if your best friend, the girl with whom you spended the last 20 years with, was trying to explain something to you that was ripping your heart out?
What would you do if your best friend, the girl with whom you was madly in love for over so many years, was telling you that she wouldn’t make the next year?
What would you do?
I don’t know what I would do …
That’s why I’m telling you this story, and maybe than you would know what to do. Let’s starts with the beginning. The story on the day she was born.
<I>20 years ago</I>
It was a dark and cold December morning when the ambulance drove Nancy Parker and her husband Jeff to the urgency. Nancy Elizabeth Parker was almost seven months pregnant of twins, but she went in labour that morning and it didn’t see well for her and her two girls.
“Come one, people, this woman is in serious condition, we have to help her of she wouldn’t make it,” someone said in the chaos that was happening in the hospital. It was almost Christmas and around that period of the year there was always a mess.
They went to the operation room with a group of doctors and with Nancy herself. They stayed there for the coming 6 hours. Nobody was allowed to come in there and after the operation nobody was allowed to tell what happened in there.
So after six hours, when the operation was finished, the doctors came outside and said with sad in their voice: “We did all we could do.”
And now comes a tragic part. Nancy didn’t survive it, or did one of her babies. “She died, didn’t she? My girls also, no?”
The doctors didn’t know how to tell him. “We’re sorry, Mr. Parker, Nancy died, also one of the babies, with we did have saved one of your girls. But we aren’t quit sure if she’s going to make it.”
Days later the little girl was still fighting for her life. Jeff had decided to name her Elizabeth Jasmine Parker. Elizabeth after her beloved mother and Jasmine with the meaning “A gift from God”, and that she really was. Although his beloved wife and his beautiful other daughter, who he named Maribella Fay Parker, he was still glad he had his precious baby, Liz.
The weeks following were hard for Jeff. He would be spending Christmas and New Year alone, his wife and daughter were buried, he had no family left. He only thing that was keeping him standing was the thought of a little girl that was fighting so hard for her life.
And then in the beginning of February, the time she would normally have been born, came the relief. It was early in the morning, that cold but sunny 3rd of February, when he got a call from the doctors from the hospitals.
“Mr. Parker, we have good news for you. Liz opened her eyes today …”
Indeed, she opened her eyes. Jeff rushed to the hospital; he wanted to see his beautiful girl’s eyes. And she saw them. They were chocolate brown and big eyes, just like her mother. And she smiled, she smiled at everyone. Whole the hospital was glad this little girl survived. And off course her father the most. He had a family again.
The next few weeks Liz was still staying in the hospital, just not anymore in the Intensive Care. Jeff would spend every minute he could with his precious little girl. The little girl that was giving him a reason to live again.
One day, when Jeff was staying in the hospital with Liz, they got visitors. They were old friends from him and Nancy. They were Diane and Philip Evans and their 10-month-old boy Maxwell and his two-year-old sister Isabel.
They were in Liz’s room, talking about how the things used to be, catching up memories from the good old days, their High School period. Liz was sitting on her fathers lap, flooded with all kinds of wires. Isabel was playing with her dolls on the other side of the room. Max was sitting between his father legs, staring at this little, petite girl, with her chocolate brown eyes and her curled hair.
He crawled over to Jeff and tried to stand up. Everybody in the room was silent, curious about what he was going to do. Everyone except Isabel, who was too busy noticing that something was going to happen, she was too busy with her dolls.
Max stood up and went with his hand over Liz’s hair. He opened his mouth and out of it was the most beautiful thing everybody in this room could have imagine. “Liz …”
His first word was Liz.
Everybody was amazed. Diane and Philip were happy, because their little boy spoke for the first time. Jeff was overwhelmed, because his daughter’s name was this little boy’s first word. He smiled. Isabel was upset, she wanted that her name was her brother’s first word.
Neither of all this people was realizing how great Max’s impact was going to have on Liz, how Max was going to be the key to all her and his problems …
TBC