BAMZ Family Photo

# 400 | Be sanenot a problem there…she is very cool and would not do anything like that..Her family has some money and owns some apartment complexes in Venice. I’m sure if I get the job in Toulouse some arrangements will be worked out.. We’ve know each other for 6 years and dated for four of them. Only when I moved back to the States did the relationship end. so who knows..I’m not looking for any real committement now anyway. She’s 9 years younger than me so she is still in the prime for children

O.K. Back to BAMZ! Africa, lion king, remember? Does the Easter Bunny do Namibia, I hope?

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Damn, Gitane. Now I’m all verklempft! Brava!

Love it!! thanks Gitane =)

This was sooooo beautiful Gitane — and just what I imagined their trip to Ethiopia was like. Thanks so much! :) As always….(((MORE)))

thanks you guys! sorry i moved threads, but rumors was difficult to load. i’ll stick to this spot for a while. any suggestions for the next fic?

# 406 | gitane | June 25, 2006 01:19 AMAs always, you tell it so beautifully.

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans and dedicated to COLD HARD MATHGod’s Peaceful Gift“Are you feeling any better, Angel?” Brad asked Angelina when she returned from her walk on the beach with Maddox.“A little,” she signed as she rubbed her white linen dress over her swollen belly. “It wasn’t as much of a relief as I hoped it would be. But Maddox had fun and it felt good to get out and move around.”“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Brad asked as he wrapped his arms around her.Angelina sighed again and melted into him as much as her protruding belly would allow. All of their plans had gone beautifully, almost exactly the way they’d mapped everything out. They’d had the family time and privacy they needed. The medical attention had been wonderful. Her brother and her obstetrician were here. Brad was ever the champion. But Angie was scared. She had never had so many good things happen to her so quickly and she was secretly terrified that her blessings account had been tapped dry. Ever since her doctor had told her the baby was in breech and had to be delivered by cesarean, she had been second-guessing everything she and Brad had done and all their plans for the future.Brad knew from her silence that she was once again lost in the thoughts that had prompted her walk on the beach. Would anyone believe that Angelina Jolie, blood-wearing, knife-loving, bad girl of Hollywood was wary about a surgical birth. He placed a long, loving kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be with you, my love. I’ll never leave your side,” he vowed as he led her back to their room to rest.The next night… James rubbed Angelina’s belly and gave her a wet peck on the cheek. “Who’s belly am I going to rub for luck now?” he joked. Angelina swatted him playfully. They stood together in the foyer of the lodge. Her bag was packed and sitting by the front door. Security was checking the perimeter and mapping out a quick, inconspicuous route to the clinic. The time had come. The next time Angelina set food in the lodge, the baby would be in her arms, not in her belly. If everything went well, she thought. As if sensing his sister’s anxiety, James took her hand and squeezed it. “Everything’s going to be great. She’s going to come out healthy and beautiful. You’re in very good hands.”“I know,” Angelina replied in an effort to relieve her own anxiety. “Everything’s going to be perfect.”At that moment, Holly was escorting Maddox and Zahara into the foyer. Maddox broke away from her and wrapped himself around Angelina’s leg. “You’re coming out today!” he exclaimed at the still unborn baby. Everyone, including Zahara, laughed at his outburst.“Are you ready?” Holly asked as she rubbed Angelina’s arm. Angie nodded her response as she took Zahara into her arms. “When I come back, sweet girl, you’ll have a brand new sister,” Angie told her.“I will too!” Maddox exclaimed.“Yes. You will, too,” Angelina replied as she ruffled his hair.Brad came through the lobby doors with Angelina’s bodyguard, Mickey Brett. “The coast is clear and the car is waiting,” he announced.Angelina returned Zahara to Holly’s care, ruffled Madd’s hair again and kissed James good-bye before she let Brad and Mickey escort her to the car.Angelina’s stomach was in knots as they made their way to the Cottage Medi-Clinic. She wondered if she was having contractions. Brad sat close to her, holding her hand, stroking her thumb with his as their car bounced along the road. Angelina looked out of the dark windows at the thick, heavy night. She had wanted her daughter to be born naturally in a sun-lit room in the lodge, not by C-section in an impersonal clinic in the middle of the night. But privacy and the baby’s health and safety had prevailed over aesthetics and wishful thinking. “This is for the best,” she reminded herself, “and everything is going to be perfect.” She turned away from the window and smiled at Brad. “Everything is going to be perfect,” she said aloud.He kissed her and replied, “Yes, it is.”When the car pulled in front of the clinic, the staff immediately sprang into action. Amid a chorus of “Mrs. Pitts”, Angelina was helped out of the car, escorted into the clinic, brought into a private room and prepped for surgery. Before she had time to miss him, Brad appeared wearing full surgical gear: cap, scrubs and booties. The face mask hung loosely from his neck leaving his brad smile and dancing eyes exposed to her view. Angelina couldn’t help but smile back at him.“How do I look?” he asked as he struck silly poses for her. She giggled at his attempts to look sexy in a surgical cap and booties.“Wonderful,” Angelina laughed.“You don’t look so bad yourself. I’m liking the whole hospital gown look on you.”“It’s sexy, yeah?”“Very, very. You should consider it for our next premiere.”A nurse interrupted their conversation. “We’re going to move you to the operating room now, Mrs. Pitt,” she said as she entered.Angelina and Brad looked into each other’s eyes and took deep breaths. The masked faces of the surgical team surrounded her bed and moved her quickly down the corridor to the operating room. “How’s your stomach?” Dr. Rothbart asked as he walked beside her moving bed.“Oh, much better. The antacid I was given is working well.”“Good! Good! Now, everything is going to happen just as we discussed.”“The catheter, the I-V, the monitors and the anesthesia,” Brad’s voice came from behind her.“Right! And then the surgery and the birth of your daughter.” Dr. Rothbart paused for a moment and then looked down into Angelina’s eyes as they entered the operating room. “You ready for this, kiddo?”“Yes,” Angelina answered nervously.“Are you sure you don’t want the sedative?”Angelina thought about it. Sedation would be really nice, but she’d read that it could complicate the procedure. And, she didn’t want to be zoned out when the baby was born. “No. No sedative.”“Alright!” Dr. Rothbart exclaimed as he clapped his hands together, “Here we go!”Various tubes and monitors were hooked up to manage and monitor Angelina’s vital signs. Brad sat on a little stool next to her, holding her hand as the drape was put up to block her view of the surgery. She focused on his hand and the strength and comfort of his grip. “Breathe,” she told herself, “It will be over soon.”Brad was fascinated by the surgical procedure. He divided his time between comforting Angelina and watching the skilled hands of the doctors. Because she’d asked him to, he told Angie everything that was happening on the other side of the drape.“Angie, I’ve made the incisions. Do you want he drape dropped?” Dr. Rothbart asked.“Yes, please,” she replied weakly.“Yes, Dr. Rothbart,” Brad echoed.The drape was dropped and before Angelina could register the magnitude of the surgery, a little miracle was being removed from her abdomen. Her eyes were locked steadily on the tiny human being hovering in the doctor’s hands in front of her.“It’s a girl!”“She’s beautiful!”“She’s here, Angie! She’s here!” Somehow, this exclamation from Brad reconnected her to the others in the room. But Angelina couldn’t catch his excitement. She was holding her breath, waiting for the one sound that bring her comfort. And then, there it was. Loud and piercing and room filling. There had never been a more beautiful cry. Relief washed over Angelina. She watched with joy as Brad cut the baby’s umbilical cord and their daughter was taken away to be cleaned, weighed and examined. When the surgery was complete and Angelina was stable, the baby was brought in the recovery room with her mother. Brad watched spellbound as Angelina and their new little daughter bonded. Ten tiny fingers. Ten tiny toes. Daddy’s blue eyes. Mommy’s pouty lips.“You did a good job, Angie,” Brad whispered as he kissed her forehead.“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied as she looked up into his eyes. “Everything was perfect, just like you said it would be.” She looked backed down at the baby and said, “Welcome, little Shiloh. We can’t wait to show you the world.”Brad looked at his daughter’s peaceful little face and added, “And we can’t wait to give it to you, either.”

# 417 | gitane | - Awwww Gitane, it was awesome. Love it. Thank you

Gitane! Your writings are awesome! We really have a window into Angie and Brad’s inner spirit, you as our guide on this incredible, realistic journey. You’re certainly blessed with the gift of writing, Gitane, so a multitude of thanks for sharing your genius with us here at JJ. Can’t wait for the next installment! What’s it about? Shiloh’s breastfeeding first attempts? Arriving at their California house? or something different? I’m sure you’ve already had it hashed out. Great job, mon amie :)

GitaneI love ya girl but you have to stop making cry like this……nah, I don’t mind, if looking like a blubbering idiot is the price I have to pay…then put a tag on me and call me crybaby. I love it! I love it!! I really, really love it. I also like your dedication, what a nice way to welcome our new Fanfic writer.

Gitane,That was so heartwarming and great. You really captured what most BAMZS fans believe happened during that sweet and emotional time. Thanks for sharing your gift of writing with us.