Adopted by Emma Watson.

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It took a minute to register until I started kissing her back. I didn't know where this was going, but maybe first base was a good stopping point. I wasn't trying to take her to bed because number one the internet knew me as her daughter. Number two I am only seventeen and in a couple months I'll be legal, so first base would've been a great stopping place for the both of us. 

I wouldn't mind it, but the internet would've turned it around on her, and her name would go down the drain. We were both put in a very. very bad situation. Even if I were to turn eighteen and then we started ya know.. doing things. People would suspect that we'd been doing them all this time. SO maybe first base wasn't a stopping point. 

In the moment decision making was never a great plan, but when something feels right should you stop? I was never taught anything, Olivia said they only stopped because somebody interrupted them. So maybe.. I shouldn't stop. Dammit, I am comparing this to a normal relationship. 

Emma ended up on the counter, with me between her legs, not like that you perv. Her arms dangled over my shoulders, mine rested on her waist. We needed to stop.. we had too. Fuck. I didn't stop, as much as I told myself too, that I didn't need to I had to, I could get her in so much trouble from this. 

My phone rang, saved by... fucking christ is was Ruelle, "What's up," I said breathlessly. 

"Um. Do you think you could watch Harlow? My parents went out of town and I have a date," she begged.

"I guess so, what time?"

"Um maybe now," she strained. 

"Sure.. my house or yours?"

"Yours."

"Drop her off," I muttered, clicking the line, "Ruelle wants me to watch Harlow. Is that alright?"

"Yes," she pulled me back towards her, wiping her lipstick off my face, "much better," she smirked.  

I don't know if anyone had ever told Olivia this, but the next time I see her I definitely will; taking care of a small child is easier then hanging around her. Harlow liked princesses and singing to Cardi B, she's like four. 

Emma was amused by the whole thing, a little diva of course. But the playlist we were listening to was all over the place, Olivia came over a little later and we made up a dance and everything. It was so stupid but Harlow wanted us to, and who are we not to humor a fetus. 

So as we sat in the kitchen on this fine Friday night doing thrist traps for a six year old- I don't remember her age- life seemed alright. I guess we didn't realize the extent of what we were doing was because when Emma came back with pizza she began laughing at us. Olivia pretended to get offended as I climbed onto the island and began dancing, bringing Harlow up with me.

She was so happy, she was laughing her head off, Ruelle definitely was going to hear about this. As for the song that was currently playing, Olivia's personally favorite- besides the frozen soundtrack of course- Ugly Heart by G.R.L. Olivia grabbed a ladle out of the drawers and began singing to Emma. 

Emma just stared up at me laughing, I began singing with Olivia, the blonde-haired girl soon climbed onto the island with us. 

"You guys are ridiculous," she snickered. She set the pizza onto of the stove, just staring up at us. Then just when you think that it can't get anymore jammer than that, fucking Post Malone starts playing, you can't even go wrong with him. Go Flex, that was shit and even Olivia knew that, we shot each other glances and began singing. 

"Alright, what did I just walk in on?" Ruelle laughed, Harlow nearly fell off the counter, until I reached for her taking the fall. 

"Fucking, ouch," I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head. "Fuck-shit- dammit, Harlow don't repeat any of those words." I stood up and was met with a worried looking Olivia who was trying to hold back her laughter.