Miracle

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[A/N: So here is the alternate version of Always Be Your Girl. Here, Céline and René decided to keep Alexandria instead of placing her for adoption. So this story will be quite a bit different, but I'm hoping you'll all still like it. ~Jaded]
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Celiné's POV

We had tried just about everything, from the moment we got married to have a child. When two years passed, and nothing was coming from it... Well it was time to put the baby dream on hold.

We had a big tour planned, and a baby would just slow that down anyway. At least, that's what I told myself. Deep down, I was doing all I could to keep the heartbroken emotions at bay.

Sure, having a baby wasn't my only dream. And it wouldn't be the end of the world if we didn't have one, but to want something so badly... To struggle for it. It makes times like this very emotional, bittersweet if you will.

René was already a father, to three wonderful grown children. Two sons, and a daughter, and knowing that, I wasn't as insistent as I could have been. He had already been a father, already had the joy of watching his children come into the world and grow.

We had a career to continue to build, yes at this point I was already incredibly popular. But there was more to be done, and so, we put away the ovulation tests. Bought a new box of condoms, and went on with life as usual.

It wasn't until a few weeks into the tour, when I realized the "cold," I thought I had seemed to be morphing into a stomach flu that the topic came up again. My tour family and I were in Auckland, it was April 1st.

There was a show, in less than six hours... And here I was bent over the toilet in my hotel room desperately dry heaving. I'd already been sick multiple times, now my body just had to realize there was nothing left to throw up.

My sister Manon flinched when she heard yet another desperate whine leave me, and called out through the closed door. "J'ai appelé René, il sera bientôt là," And I couldn't control the groan that left my mouth.

How many times did I have to tell them, we shouldn't call René for every little thing that comes up while I'm away. I was fine... Apart from the roiling nausea, the headache, the aching feet, and the dizziness.

Okay, maybe I wasn't fine. But, I was determined to get through this last show before our small break. "Je t'ai dit de ne pas l'appeler!" I called back, already annoyed with the overprotective hovering. It was just the flu, I would recover and be just fine.

As I flushed the toilet, rinsed my mouth, and got up, I realized I was shaking a bit. The bags under my eyes signified that I definitely wasn't sleeping enough. René wouldn't be happy to see that I hadn't been taking very good care of myself.

Four hours slipped by in a blur, I spent most of it choosing outfits in between desperate dashes to the bathroom. Outfit, hair, makeup was all done. And I finally felt like my stomach was beginning to calm, when René was ushered backstage.

He took one look at me, and instantly started laughing lightly. My left eyebrow rose, and I thought for a split second about yelling at him. And I would have, if he hadn't stepped over and wrapped his arms around me.

A soft smile melted through my anger, and I was calm again within moments. Just being in his arms, was a soothing thing. There were two hours till the show, he took my hand and lead me back toward the dressing rooms.

"Tout cela vient de commencer aujourd'hui?" He asks plainly, and I bite my lip. Looking away from him, because I had felt sick for a few weeks now. I just hadn't physically gotten sick until today. "Je me suis senti nauséeux pendant des semaines."

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