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        <title>Learning to Breathe: Chapter 8</title>
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        <![CDATA[ This is definitely AU D&amp;E. It's something different that I want to try. It's not a happy fic, at least for the first few chapters. The entire back story will be told in flashbacks, of sorts. Anything in italics is a "flashback".I'll do my normal disclaimer: I am not advocating teenage sex nor am I promoting it. It's a fact of life, and that's how its dealt with in this fic. That said, hope you like. Chapter 1“I’m so sorry for you loss, Miss Kane.” She nodded softly offering the man a... ]]>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Re: Learning to Breathe: Chapter 8 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Must Review, Must review. That's what I've been telling myself(okay so the author told me too)! <br><br>Please tell me that they find out where she is and try finding her next chapter! Not sure how much longer we can all go without knowing <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif"> (Or is there something special next chapter? <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif"> )<br><br>Don't worry kids there will be plenty of time to learn to do all those things again, not that they haven't always known how to love and breathe each other <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif"> &lt;3<br> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 8</span><br><br>It was after 7AM when they finally made it to New York. The last few days had blown by, and they’d been hit with so many emotions that it was a wonder either of them was still awake. They should probably sleep before diving into all the boxes. But they both knew they wouldn’t be able to close their eyes until they knew where Amy was. <br><br>It was still so surreal. The two of them together, looking for their daughter, looking for each other again. Neither would admit it, but both hoped that they’d find Amy and everything would finally make sense. That after all these years of just existing they would be able to start living again. That they’d learn to breathe, learn to laugh, to love, to feel, again. That all the pain and heartache would melt into Amy’s brown eyes. <br><br>He held his apartment door open for her, “Don’t mind all the boxes. I didn’t have time to unpack before I got my residency in London.”... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ouch, Erica had some pretty harsh words for her former beau, she'd never have any kids by him <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/frown.gif"><br>She'd only have David's kids &lt;3<br><br>Ugh all this talking, and teasing with kisses! I want some as much as David does! <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif"><br>Can't wait until they find Amy, or at least are closer than England LMAO &lt;3<br><br><br> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">The next chapter will D&amp;E heavy as well. I want to get them "moving" before they find Amy, because I want Amy to be the focus and not solely on them as a couple. <br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br></span></span>Chapter 7</span><br><br>“I’m sorry London couldn’t manage a day of sun for you,” David offered with a soft smile, as he and Erica set the table at his flat. <br><br>“It’s still a beautiful country,” She replied with a smile, “It was a lovely day anyway, thank you for showing me around.”<br><br>He’d taken her shopping at all the finest stores on High Street. He’d gone about five minutes before he’d reached for her hand. He couldn’t explain his need to be close to her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She’d tossed him a soft smile and laced her fingers through his. They didn’t talk about it. They didn’t dwell on it. They just went with it. <br><br>They kept their conversation light and took... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ah the journey to getting Amy back, if that is her name now <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif">&nbsp; Looks like it's going to be a&nbsp;rough emotional journey, not only to getting to Amy but to keep themselves from falling in love again...Haha like they ever fell out&nbsp;of love! You crazy kids are heading for&nbsp;the bed <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif"><br>&nbsp; ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <font style="font-weight: bold;" size="2">Chapter 6</font><font size="2"><br><br>“Vanessa left me a bunch of stuff,” David told Erica, shaking his head as he looked across the table at her, “but it’s all in boxes at my place in New York. I never cared enough to look through any of them.” <br><br>She nodded, “If Mona was right, then paper work about Amy’s adoption so be in those boxes.” <br><br>“Why don’t I think it’s going to be that simple?” He asked, watching her eyes flutter shut. After he’d pulled himself together, he’d gone to the Resident in charge and told them he was taking the res of the day off, that it was an emergency. Though, it was all just a formal thing, seeing as he’d already finished with his patients for the day and really only had paperwork left. He’d offered to buy her lunch so they could talk, figure this all out, without having to deal with prying eyes and ears. <br><br>He’d taken her to a small café just down the street from the hospital, though he figured... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 5</span><br><br>She took a deep breath and took a few steps toward him. God he looked good. He looked like the David she remembered, only he was a man now. “Hi,” She breathed when they were close enough to each other that if she reached out, she could touch him. <br><br>“Hi,” He blew back, his eyes locked with hers.<br><br>She wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail her.<br><br>“Are you alright?” He asked, watching her offer him a confused eyebrow in return. “This hospital is a long way from California.” <br><br>“I’m fine,” She offered, through a soft smile, “I just…” <br><br>“David,” His friend started from next to him, not sure why he was interrupting but feeling that they both needed someone to jumpstart their conversation. He figured it was probably hard to talk to the person you loved, and lost, fifteen years after burying your child as teenagers. <br><br>“Hmmm,” He said, offering his friend a quick glance, “oh,... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Awwwww, it's makes me so sad that they had to go through that, especially David who had no control over anything and he is blamed for it all.<br><br>Good thing Amy is still alive! <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif"><br><br>15 years or 15 minutes it doesn't matter. they'll always love each other and that isn't going away <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v118/EandD/Smileys/love0034.gif" width="45" height="30">
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">Thought it was time we got David's POV, and of course a little D&amp;E for ya. Hope you like.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>Chapter 4</span><br><br>“Her birthday would be in a few weeks, huh?” The man said, watching his best friend nod, “That’s why the ticket to New York?” <br><br>“Would have been her sweet sixteen this year,” David Hayward offered his friend with a sad smile, “I need to make sure that I’m there for this one.” <br><br>His friend nodded, “I know I offer every year, but do you want me to go with you?” <br><br>He shook his head offering his friend a thankful smile, “This is something I have to do on my own. It’s just one of those things.” <br><br>His friend nodded, “You should go with Erica.” <br><br>“I haven’t talked to Erica in fifteen years,” David told him, “And the last time I did, she wished I’d been the one to die, not Amy.” <br><br>“She was seventeen, I don’t think she knew how to deal with that kind of grief,” His friend said, having... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Aww they were such sweet kids and their parents fucked with them and that wasn't nice. I think if they weren't dead, D&amp;E might make them "dead".&nbsp; Hmm David, he's gonna be happy to see her, isn't he? Even though she cursed him out and bkamed him for everything, their daughter didn't actually die.<br><br><br>I want the next chapter, Ive been told its going to be good <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif"> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 3</span><br><br>She was sixteen weeks when they found out they were having a daughter. They both cried when the doctor told them, and then laughed about how much pink David was going to be surrounded by. <br><br>Their apartment had two bedrooms and David promised to make their daughter the brightest, pinkest, most girly room anyone had ever seen. <br><br>And he had, all while finishing high school, applying to college’s, working and helping her plan their wedding. He was her rock, keeping her going when she was sure she had nothing left to give. <br><br>“Why don’t we just name her after she’s born?” David suggested, looking up from his book of baby’s names at Erica, “We might just take one look at her and know what her name is.” <br><br>“I don’t want to go through the rest of this pregnancy calling her the baby,” She sighed, “The sooner we get her named picked the sooner that’s done and we can focus on other things.”... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">Because I'm in a good mood. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif"> Oh and since Erica got pregnant sixteen years ago, and condom's are currently only 97% effective, I think having them only have been 95% effective then works. <br><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 2</span><br><br>She’d come to in her mothers lawyers arms not long after the video had gone black and her mother had finished telling her that the last sixteen years of her life had been a lie. <br><br>That the one defining moment of her life had been a lie. <br><br>Everything she’d done in the last sixteen years, every decision she’d ever made went back to that day. To the moment she buried her newborn daughter in the cold ground on a snowy January morning. <br><br>She still saw her daughters sweet face in her dreams. She had David’s dark complexion. Her hair was dark and full on top of her tiny head. Her eyes, which had only been open for a few... ]]></description>

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			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/2015/Learning-to-Breathe-Chapter-8</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">This is definitely AU D&amp;E. It's something different that I want to try. It's not a happy fic, at least for the first few chapters. The entire back story will be told in flashbacks, of sorts. Anything in <span style="font-style: italic;">italics</span> is a "flashback".<br><br>I'll do my normal disclaimer: I am not advocating teenage sex nor am I promoting it. It's a fact of life, and that's how its dealt with in this fic. That said, hope you like. <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1</span><br><br>“I’m so sorry for you loss, Miss Kane.” <br><br>She nodded softly offering the man a complementary smile, “Thank you,” She blew out on a whisper as moved across the room to take her seat. <br><br>“I’m sorry that we have to do this today,” The man said, shaking his head as he walked around his desk, “Your mother made it very clear that she wanted this done after her funeral was over.” <br><br>Erica nodded, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. She hated this,... ]]></description>

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