---Mother---
(Gemma's Point of View)
I had always wanted a beautiful child of my own. One to take care of and love.
It was night, and Seamus was asleep with his arm wrapped around my waist so that his hand held mine against my stomach. I knew that with Shea as the father the child would be absolutely gorgeous, but I was scared that I wouldn't be a very suitable mother. They say that children often follow in their parents footsteps, but that isn't what I wanted for my baby.
My parents weren't around much when I was younger, and, when they were, they fought constantly. Eventually they got divorced, and I never saw my father again. Soon after, my mother began to drink. They never bothered
