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"Hey, I think she's waking up."
She's?! Did this mean I was back?
I looked down at myself and saw Alana. Me. I was Alana again. And unlike
the first time it happened, I couldn't have been happier about it.
Sara and Mark were standing in my room looking over me as I began to feel
more awake. My head was still buzzing with a killer headache, and the
side of my face was sore as all hell. I reached up to feel where the pain
was and quickly pulled my hand back, as it hurt to touch.
"It's starting to look a little better," Sara said of the bruise just
below my eye. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," I said. "How'd I get here?"
Mark explained that after Bryce knocked me out, they wanted to take me to
the hospital, in part because I kept drifting in and out of
consciousness. But every time I was awake and coherent - which apparently
hadn't been often - I just kept saying that I wanted to go home. So they
brought me here, and Sara and Mark stuck around to keep an eye on me.
I took my time getting up from bed, since I was still in quite a bit of
pain, and nearly as much shock. It'd seemed like a matter of minutes ago
that I was worried about possibly never living the life I felt like I was
meant to live, and now I was back here and had the two people most
important to me right by my side. I walked up to the standing mirror in
the corner of my room and took a good look at the large bruise on my face
- my beautiful, familiar female face.
"I'm sure it'll look better in a few days," Sara said.
"It looks perfect," I said, as tears started to well up in my eyes.
"Are you okay?" Mark asked.
"I'm fine," I said, wiping my eyes dry.
"We really should take you to the hospital," Mark said. "At least to
check for a concussion and make sure there's nothing broken."
"Yeah, you're probably right," I said, as I continued to examine my
reflection in the mirror. I was just so happy to be Alana again, and I
knew I was completely ready to leave Andrew in my past. Not only was this
the person I was, but it was the person I wanted to be. I wanted to be
Mark's friend and ex-fianc?e, I wanted to be Sara's girlfriend, I wanted
to be Lexi's sister, and - most importantly - I wanted to be a mother to
the child I was carrying.
"I want to check on the baby too," I added.
"That's a good idea," Sara said. She stood next to me, putting one arm
around my waist and another on my bare stomach. I realized I'd been
standing there wearing nothing more than a bra and some workout shorts -
which might've concerned me had it been anyone other than Mark and Sara
in the room.
Sara handed me a T-shirt and some yoga pants so I'd be comfortable on the
trip to the hospital and I quickly threw them on. Before we left my room,
I scrambled back to my vanity and started rifling through the drawers.
Sara and Mark weren't sure what I was doing, but then I pulled out the
ankh necklace and slipped it on.
"Is now really the time to be accessorizing?" Mark asked. I gave him a
quick kiss on the cheek and thanked him for worrying about me, and
assured him I'd be all right. He headed off to work and Sara and I headed
to the local urgent care center, where they were a little concerned that
I hadn't been more urgent in my attempts to receive care. I couldn't
exactly explain to them that I'd been somehow transported to another life
- hell, I could barely explain it to myself - so I made up some story
about not being sure about my insurance status, even though I knew that
in just about every reality imaginable I was still covered by my parents'
policy.
Once I was there, they did some x-rays, confirming that fortunately
nothing in my face or head was broken, which was nice to know. I figured
I'd be in much more pain if anything was, but getting it officially
checked out still brought a sense of relief.
Much more concerning was the state of the child growing in the womb that
I was still getting used to having. The punch left the obvious mark on my
face, but I'd hit the floor pretty hard too - at least from what my
friends had told me - and been slipping in and out of consciousness for
an entire day. They brought me into a private room and had me take my
shirt off as I lay back on the examination bed. I was nervous, and Sara
could sense that, so she came over to my bedside and held my hand.
"Everything's going to be all right," she said.
"I know," I said. "Because you're here."
She kissed my hand then held it against her chest.
"You feel that," she said. "It's my heart. It's yours."
"Stop," I said as the emotions swelled up inside me and threatened to
burst out like some kind of alien monster. "You're gonna make me cry
before the nurse even gets in here."
"Well we don't want that," she said with a smile on your face. "Even if
you're really cute when you cry."
"I'm still getting used to being called cute," I said sheepishly. It was
true. Even before I'd gotten fat - which happened when I was pretty young
- I wasn't what you would've called a good-looking person, and it never
really mattered to me. Now I was beautiful, and having someone I cared
about point it out made me feel good.
"Well, you are," she said. Then she jokingly added, "I mean, you're not
as cute as me, but you've got some nice features."
We shared a laugh, which felt incredibly good. Then I got serious.
"You saved me, you know," I said to her.
"I know," she said, with a grin on her face.
"No, I mean it," I said. I then explained to her what had happened over
the previous day, telling Sara how I found her as Andrew, then she found
me in the bar when I was ready to give up, and how her kiss woke me up
and brought me back to this life. I knew she was the only person who'd
believe me about any of that, and I loved that I had someone to share
this craziness with.
"Just call me Prince Charming," Sara said, still grinning mischievously.
"I think if anyone's the prince in this scenario, it's me," I said with a
bit of a nervous laugh. I couldn't tell for certain, but it seemed like
Sara knew more than she was letting on. I was just about to ask her about
it when the nurse walked in, and her appearance shifted the mood suddenly
and drastically. In an instant, I remembered why I was there, and got
scared again thinking of all the bad things that could be happening with
my baby.
My nerves were shook, and my body was shaking as the nurse wheeled in the
portable ultrasound device. I couldn't shake this sinking feeling that
something was horribly wrong, and as she lifted up my shirt and started
prepping my stomach for the exam, I wanted to scream out in fear and run
away. Then, just when I needed it most, Sara took my hand and pulled her
chair right up next to my bed.
"Are you ready to see your baby?" the nurse asked.
"We are," Sara said, before I could even respond.
I looked over at her with a smile on my face. We hadn't talked much about
what we'd do when the baby arrived, but it was clear she wanted to be
part of our lives, and I wanted that just as much. I knew we were moving
fast, but I also knew this felt completely right.
What didn't feel right was the cold gel on my stomach. Well, I guess it
felt right - I mean I had no idea what it was supposed to feel like,
having never been pregnant or a woman before - but it startled me. I was
taking short, stilted breaths as the nurse began to rub the ultrasound
device over my body. I held Sara's hand tighter, and she put our hands
into her other hand, caressing me gently as the nurse did her thing.
Aside from the sounds of the machine itself, the room was silent, and
every passing second felt like an hour. It seemed like days before the
nurse finally spoke up.
"Everything looks good," she said, almost matter-of-factly, like she
hadn't expected anything else. For me, it was exactly what I needed to
hear. I let out a huge sigh of relief. It felt like an enormous weight
had been lifted off my shoulder, and I was ready again for an equally
enormous - and non-metaphorical - weight to be added to my belly. I
stared at the monitor as the nurse continued to work.
"Is that," I began to ask, hesitantly, "is that the heartbeat?"
"Yep," she said. "And it looks healthy. Looks like your uterus held up a
little better than your eye."
"So can you tell how far along I am?" I asked.
"It looks like about 7 weeks, give or take a day or two," she said.
"Normally we wouldn't do an ultrasound this early, but given what
happened with your fall, it couldn't hurt to check."
She kept talking, but I zoned out, staring at the monitor where I could
see my baby. It didn't even look like a person at this point, being so
early in the pregnancy, but it captivated me nonetheless. I couldn't
believe this was happening, and it all felt so amazing. There was a life
growing inside of me, and I was going to be a mother. Sometime next
February, I'd give birth to a child; I'd get to name it, and raise it,
and shape everything about its life. And for the first time in my life, I
finally felt like I knew exactly what I needed to do - no, what I was
meant to do.
Tears of joy began to well up in my eyes.
"Are you okay?" Sara asked.
"I've never been happier," I said. And it was true. And somehow that
happiness had sparked an incredible idea in my mind.
The nurse left to give us some privacy, and I sprung my crazy plan on
Sara.
"Hey, I was thinking," I said. "You write incredible songs."
"OK," Sara said, with a hint of confusion in her voice. "I appreciate the
compliment, but I don't see what that has to do with your baby."
"It's about us," I said. "Our future."
"Yeah, I don't think singing is in my future," she said. "I'm just not a
performer."
"But I am," I said. "Or, at least, Alana was, and I can be. I know I can.
You can write the songs and I can sing them. We could be a team."
"Sure, that sounds great," she said. She let go of my hand, then got up
from her chair and started pacing around the room. "But it's not like we
can just record an album and sell it and have it be a hit and live off
that money. It doesn't work like that. We need people behind us,
production people, A&R, a band... hell, I can barely get people to listen
to me at an open mic night and you're talking about being a singer
overnight. Do you know how crazy that sounds?"
"As crazy as a man magically turning into a woman and having a baby and
falling in love with the girl of his-slash-her dreams?"
"Well, when you put it like that..."
"Just sit down," I said. And she did, and this time I took her hands in
mine.
"You told me this was going to go fine, and it did," I said. "Now I'm
telling you we're going to be fine. I know it doesn't seem like I've
thought this through, and maybe I don't have all the details hammered
out, but I have an idea, and I know who to talk to about it. But before I
make this call, I need to know one thing."
This time Sara took my hand and held it against my own chest, where again
I could feel my heart ready to burst from my chest as I prepared to ask
her the question that could change everything -- again.
But then, in that moment, I realized I no longer cared about the answer.
Maybe Sara did have something to do with everything that happened to me,
or maybe I was just being paranoid because of everything that had
happened between us over the past 48 hours, but either way, I was happy
where I was, and I didn't want to screw that up. So instead of asking her
if she was responsible for my life reboot, I asked this.
"Are you happy?" I said.
Before Sara could respond, the nurse came back into the room.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said. "I thought you'd want this."
She handed me a sonogram from the ultrasound: the first picture of my
baby. I held it in my hands, staring at it with a huge smile on my face.
I didn't even want to blink, for fear of closing my eyes for a single
microsecond and discovering that this was all just a dream I was having.
"It's beautiful," Sara said. I laughed.
"It's a weird-looking black-and-white blob," I said, "but somehow it's
the most beautiful thing in the world. And I can't imagine raising it
with anyone but you."
"So making music and raising a kid?"
"Yeah," I said. "Are you up for it?"
"I think I am," she said. "So, do you want to get out of here?"
I nodded my head and the nurse helped me out of the hospital bed and left
us to gather our stuff before heading back to my place. I texted Mark to
let him know everything, including the baby, was okay, and he told me he
went ahead and blocked Bryce's number on my phone, which I was eminently
grateful for. I caught up with Monica and Gwen on the ride home too,
filling them in on how Sara took care of me and the baby situation.
It was a strange feeling having so many people who cared about me in my
life. Even Aiden reached out to make sure I was doing okay. I was
honestly stunned to hear from him - I figured he'd want space after
everything that went down between us, even if we left off in a relatively
good place, but as it turned out, he was really serious about that whole
"staying friends" thing.
As a courtesy, I texted him to let him know I'd be reaching out to
Rebecca Forester, regarding pursuing a career in music. It seemed only
fair, since he was the one that had connected the two of us, and if I had
a chance of working with her, it'd be possible that we would cross paths
professionally. Not only did he say to go for it, but he said if I needed
anything from him to just ask. I told him I appreciated it, but it was me
who owed him a favor, and so much more. Though I knew it wasn't actually
me who'd cheated on him, I still had the memories of doing so, and unlike
the Alana who'd existed before, I actually wanted to make it up to him.
Sara looked over after I finally put my phone away.
"Is everything good?" she asked.
"Everything is great," I said. I leaned over to give her a kiss on the
cheek.
At home, my mom and sister were waiting for me, and I quickly assured
them I was doing fine. Of course, they were more interested in the baby -
both that it was okay and seeing the sonogram. I showed it to them and
both their faces lit up. I knew in that moment that I never could have
made either of them that happy as Andrew. It still felt crazy, but
motherhood really seemed like my purpose in life, and I never would've
gotten to experience it as Andrew.
Ron, who had been in the living room, joined the scrum in the kitchen and
gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek - the kind I would have rolled
my eyes at before, but really appreciated now. Sara was leaning against
the kitchen counter, away from the family madness, when I waved her over.
She shook her head at first, but I urged her to join us and finally she
gave in.
"This seemed like kind of a family moment," she said quietly in my ear.
"You're family now," I said, before giving her a kiss of her own.
"I think that's our cue to leave," my mom said, leaving the sonogram on
the counter and nudging the rest of the family into the living room.
With a moment of privacy, Sara and I started making out again, but after
about a minute, she pushed me back.
"As much as I'd love to do this all day," she said, "don't you have a
phone call you need to make?"
"You're right," I said. "I totally need to order a pepperoni pizza."
"Alana," Sara said, in that tone that mothers used to express
disappointment and urge their kids to do the right thing. I had to
remember that tone to use both on my future kids and on her.
"You're right," I said. "I just love you so much sometimes the rest of
the world just fades away."
"I love you too," she said, "but love isn't going to pay our bills."
"Cher disagrees," I said.
"Cher is rich," she said, firing back quickly.
"And one day we will be too," I said as I pulled out my phone. "And it
all starts with this call."
Sara looked at me with anticipation in her eyes and hope in her heart as
I called Rebecca, hoping that her expressed desire to work with me in
some way wasn't just being polite. After a couple rings, I heard a voice.
"This is Bex," she said.
"Rebecca?" I asked hesitantly. "Rebecca Forester?"
"Yes," she said, in a tone that conveyed annoyance at being bothered.
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me, it's Alana Carlysle," I said. "I
auditioned for you the other day."
"Oh my God, Alana," she said, "JUST who I needed to talk to."
"Really?" I asked, confused. I mean, sure, she'd been excited about
working with me, but this excited?
"Remember that role I told you about?" she asked. "The bitchy queen bee?
The date on that project got moved up. We need to cast someone like
yesterday."
"Well, I mean, I'd love to help you," I said, "but I'm still kind of
pregnant."
"How pregnant?" she asked.
"Seven weeks," I said.
"Oh, that's nothing," she said. "We start shooting in August, we'll be
wrapped by mid-September, you won't even be showing. And even if there's
a tiny baby bump, we can take that out in post."
"You can?" I asked.
"You'd be surprised what we can do with CG these days," she said. "So are
you in?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "I was kind of calling you about something else."
"What was that?" she asked.
"Well, I know this girl out here who's this incredible songwriter, but
she doesn't want to be a performer, and we were thinking we could be a
music duo," I said. "She writes the songs, I sing them, together we take
the music world by storm - you know, ideally... if everything worked
out."
"OK," Rebecca said, hesitantly, as if she was processing the information.
"Gimme a taste."
"A taste?"
"Sing something for me," she said. "One of her songs."
I looked at Sara, who was giving me a look of encouragement. I thought
back to last night and sang the same song that had reconnected me with
her. I'd barely gotten through the first verse when Rebecca cut me off.
"OK, stop right there," Rebecca said, interrupting me. "I need you. I
need that song. You're gonna star in this movie, you're gonna lead the
soundtrack and we're going to make you the next big thing."
"You, you mean it?"
"Alana," she said, "I've never been more sure of someone's star power
than I have been of yours. You do this movie for me and I'll make sure
your album happens."
"So... I guess we start shooting in August," I said, unsure of exactly
what I was getting myself into.
"Great," she said. "I'll have my assistant text you with all the details
and we'll get a script overnighted to you. Seriously, Alana, you will not
regret this decision."
And before I could say anything, she hung up, and within seconds of doing
that, I had a text message on my phone from what I could only assume was
Rebecca's assistant starting to pepper me with info and ask me for some
of my own.
"Shooting?" Sara asked, understandably confused. "What just happened?"
"I think I'm starring in a movie," I said as a shrugged my shoulders.
"And your song is going to be on the soundtrack."
A huge smile came across Sara's face as she let out a giggle and then ran
over to give me a huge hug. I embraced her and kissed her on the side of
the neck.
"I am," she said.
"You are," I said. "How crazy is that? Just a few days ago you were
playing a random open mic night and now you're going to have a song in a
movie."
"No," she said, rubbing my back as we embraced. "I meant about earlier.
You asked me a question and I never got a chance to answer. So I'm
telling you now, I am."
"You are?" I asked hesitantly, thinking she was confessing something huge
to me.
"Of course," she said, "Why wouldn't I be happy?"
Oh, right, I hadn't actually asked her the responsibility question. But
she's happy, and I'm happy, and holy crap I'm gonna be in a movie. What
is my life?
"Well, I hope it's not because of where you live," I said. "Because I
think we're going back to New York."
Julianne
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