Charlie Gillespie~Teen mom~

PERFECT! PERFECT! PERFECT!

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was 5 am. I usually liked waking up late and rushing out the house but ever since I had Casey, I've been waking up much earlier.

Each morning was the same. Wake Case up at 5, make her breakfast, get her ready, get myself ready, drop her off at daycare and get to class all before 8 am. I usually end up getting to school way earlier than I'm supposed to but I'd rather be safe than sorry. I have traffic anxiety.

This morning felt different though. After having a great routine going, I had a mental and physical alarm that woke me up and had me pumped each morning. Sure it could've been the medication on my bed stand I bought from the shady kid in my Organizational theory and Design class but that didn't matter.

I reached my hand over and felt my boyfriends nude chest. God he was so perfect and I loved him. I loved him a lot. And he loved me. So hopefully he would let me sleep in a little bit longer.

After judging him a few times trying to get his attention, he released a tired groan letting me know he was awake.

Yale: I hate to ask you this but could you wake Case for me, I just want a few more minutes of sleep.

I felt him rise off of the bed we shared together and land back down.

Newt: Your kid.

I'm gonna take back that perfect statement real quick.

Yale: I know but-
Newt: Yale I really need to sleep, I'm under a lot of pressure at the moment. Your kid screaming all night doesn't make that much better. I'm not risking the little sleep I do have to wake it up. Muzzle it.

I snapped up from my sleeping position. My anger towards him was enough to wake me up.

Yale: Don't talk about my daughter like that.

Newt smushed his face back into the pillow case and fake began snoring to avoid an argument.

Yale: Fine. I'll do it myself.

I got out of our bed and went over to Casey's room. There she was sleeping in her crib peacefully.

She was such a good kid. I lifted my arms under her back when she opened her eyes revealing that perfect honey brown shade that I couldn't get enough of. She was perfect. I created a perfect little girl. No one could take that away from me. No one could make me feel guilty about bringing this perfect child into the world.

Not even him.

Charlie.

Now you're probably thinking Whatttt Yale and Charlie were totally end game! Like hell we were!

The night of prom, I gave birth to Casey. I was the happiest I've ever been. I thought she was perfect. I saw nothing wrong with her. Until everyone in the room had to point out her golden blonde locks. Which were perfect by the way, individually, hand crafted curls.

There was a series of curse words, some arguing, and a test which revealed that my precious, beautiful daughter with Charlie.. wasn't actually Charlie's. But she was Vinnie's.

I'm assuming Josh thought lying would protect me...

It didn't. He probably thought I wouldn't notice the fact that Casey's face mimics all of Vinnie's features. Other than her naturally tinted, fluffy cheeks which she got from me.