We ordered and got our food but my cheek soon started to hurt and so did my head. I decided to only drink the water and sweet tea I got. 

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked, looking between me and my half eating food. "Just my head hurts." I mumbled. He nodded understandingly.

I sat there in silence. Neither of us talked for awhile. The only thing I had to do was watch all the other customers. Suddenly, a large family walked in. There were about four adults. A milder aged couple, a women who looked to be around thirty and another girl who looked like she was, maybe, twenty one or twenty two.

The oldest couple had a probably twelve year old boy with them. The woman had a baby in her arms, a toddler hanging off her leg and a, what I think, eight year holding her hand.

What was odd was the youngest adult. She had a brand-new baby in her arms and another toddler walking beside her.

As the family was shown to a large table, the toddler that was with the girl came running over to me. Bruce looked over to notice this.

I turned to greet the young kid. It's short legs almost making it trip. The closer it got I realized it was a little boy. 

He was kinda chubby with red cheeks. My guess was he was four or five just real small. He grabbed my hand and started playing with it. I laughed. "What's your name, little dude?" I bent down eye level to him. "Jack." He giggled. I laughed.

The mother looked over at us and noticed she came running over. "Your pretty but whats wrong with your face?" He asked just in time for the mother here. 

"You don't ask that someone, go back to grandma." She pushed the little boy in the direction of the table they were sat at.

The young mother looked closer at my face. "Sorry to ask, but what did you do to your face. Or did someone hit you?" She glanced at Bruce as into say he hit me.

I looked at Bruce to. He just shrugged his shoulder's. "I was out walking and someone hit me." I explained quickly. She seemed shocked. "Oh." 

The baby in her arms started to cry. She bounced it up in down. I watched the baby's face light up. It slowly closed it's bright blue eyes and fell back asleep. Deep inside my stomach, something just twisted. I'll never get to be a mother and watched precious life that I created grow.

My eye's watered. "Your baby is beautiful." I complemented. The baby's eyes opened back up, she looked at me and started giggling. I laughed as the baby raised it's tiny hand.

The mother held it closer to me. I touched the baby's hand, it started doing a little dance. We all started to laugh, that only made me sadder.

"Thank you." She thanked as a tear finally started rolling down my cheek. The mother gave us one last smile and walked back to her family.

I looked back over at Bruce. "Your good with kids." He smiled until he noticed my watered eyes. "Lissa, I think you should got to the restroom." He touched my trembling hands. Why is this affecting me so much.

I nodded and got up. My feet took me in the direction of the restroom, I hope. 

I walked in, no one was in there so I immediately ran to the sink. Something in me I think was causing me to freak out about not able to be pregnant.

I slid down the side of the wall and rested my hands to my head. "I'll never have a child." I whimpered. 

After awhile I stood up. I went to open the door, tears still in my eyes. When I went to push the door open somebody else pushed it from the outside. I started swaying, nearly passing out from hitting my head and bruised cheek. Great, the bruise is gonna get worse now.

The woman who opened the door saw me and came over in a rush. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." She spoke. I saw a baby in her arms and realized it was the mother of the children earlier. My heart just tore in half right. I started crying, more and more.

"What's wrong?" She asked. I looked at her through teary eyes. "N-nothing." I sighed once the tears went away.

"Please tell me." she whispered. I nodded. Well, I guess another person other than Mark will know about this. 

"I-I saw you a-and your kids, s-so happy and s-sweet. M-my heart broke because I-I remembered the fact that I-I will n-never be able to h-have k-kids." I sighed through tears to a stranger. "You look so young to think about this." Her voice was full of pity.

I looked up at her. "I know-" And I went on to explain what I was so sad about. I don't know why I was telling her but somewhere in me told me that I would never see her again so I'd tell her now.

When I got done talking she just looked at me, her eyes were filled with tears to from my story. "I'm sorry to here that." She spoke.

"Would you like to hold my child." She held out the baby to me. Really, you give the person who was just crying about not being able to have children your kid, smart. 

But I did accept it and took the precious form of life into my young, seventeen year old arms. I slowly rocked back and forth. The child watched me with bright blue eyes. I smiled down at it and it started making strange noises.

My tears soon dried and the mother took her kid back. I left the bathroom, wondering what the hell just happened.

I walked over to the table with Bruce. "Are you better?" He asked, I nodded. Bruce must think I'm crazy right now.

We left and soon got to the house. Bruce strung some lights around the mantel and I got the railing to the stares covered in silver and gold ribbon. We did a little more decoration after that and soon had to stop and call it a day. 

By this point it was about nine thirty and we were sitting on the couch. "Can I ask you a question?" Bruce inquired. I nodded, "Shoot."

"Well I was wondering why you were crying earlier?" He asked, uncomfortable for who knows what reason. "I've only ever told Mark this..." I sighed and went into the story of how my mother was abusive and it ended with me most likely to never be able to carry a child.

Bruce listened. When I was finally done talking, he just had a blank stare on his face. "Oh." He whispered. I looked down in embarrassment of my past.

We went on talking for awhile until he finally left. Once he was gone I got water and everything then got ready.

When I sat down on the bed, the phone rang. I jumped up and got it when I remembered that Mark was gonna call.

"Hello?" A voice that I've known for the past seven/eight years questioned. "Hello." I said back. A sigh was heard on the phone.

I started to play with the phone chord. "Lissa, you answered." The man laughed. "Mark, you called." I joked back. He laughed. 

"Why didn't you answer yesterday?" Mark asked. Should I tell or should I not tell him. I sighed as I chose. "Mark, please don't get mad." I spoke slowly. "Why? What happened?" He said in a rush. I rolled my eyes knowing that he was already paranoid to find out what happened.

"Well, I was attacked last night." I closed my eyes after I said that. "Sh*t Lissa, are you okay? Do you know who did it? Do you want me to come back, we can hold up on recording for awhile." Mark questioned. I heard a, "No we can't hold up recording." a voice in the background said, I'm sure that was Carmine.

"I'm okay. Just a bruise on my cheek. No I don't know who did it." I told him. "God, I'm sorry that happened." He said. "Yeah, it's not that bad." I mumbled. "Yes it is." He responded. "I wish people, men, would leave you alone. I hate that this happens to you." Mark spoke softly. 

"I wish so to." I mumbled back. "I miss you so much." He whispered, barely able to make out. "I miss you too." I whisper back. A sudden sadness overwhelmed me.

"I miss holding you." He said even quietly than before, I don't think that was men't for me to hear. "I can't wait to see you again." I yawned. "Your tired Lissa." He spoke louder. "Yeah, Bruce came over and we've had a long day." I told him.

"You need to sleep." Mark sternly said. "I know." I sighed. "Goodnight." He spoke with a hushed tone. "Goodnight." I mumbled and put the phone back down on the receiver.

3rd person 

"I love you." Mark softly spoke once he knew Lissa hung up.

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A/N

Hello my readers. I don't know if this chapter made much since but if it did, good. This was fun to write but Wattpad deleted it the first time I wrote it, I'm so annoyed. Nothing in this was true. Vote, Comment, Follow and tomorrow is Jon Bon Jovi's birthday, he turns 57. I can't believe he's almost sixty, my idol is almost sixty, it's hard to get my head around that.