Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

i didn't know what to do, mommy

(Wooohooooo do my feet hurt. I wanted to write this because I was fucking bored and I have nothing else to do rn sooooo.)

Y/N Age: 14

Ariana POV:

I yawned as I read my novel.

It was a Friday afternoon, around 3:00, and I was sitting on the couch waiting for Y/N to come home. We had bought a new car for the family and I was very excited to drive it with her.

As I shifted in my seat the front door slowly opened. My daughter walked in with a nervous expression on her face, making me sit up straighter. I smiled warmly at her, but frowned when she didn't react.

"Y/N/N? You ok?" I asked, watching her with worry.

She glanced at me and nodded weakly, fiddling with her fingers.

"Cmere" I said, patting the spot next to me.

She hesitated before sliding across the hardwood floor and gingerly sitting down next to me. I scooted closer and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her temple.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked softly, rubbing her arm.

I heard her mumble something but I couldn't make it out.

"What was that? Speak up honey."

"Something happened at school." She said, staring at the floor. 

"What?"

"You know Mr. Bailey, right?" Y/N asked, peering up at me.

"Yeah, what about him? Did he give you a bad grade or something because you shouldn't get mad at that." I said sternly. 

"No, not a grade. He....he um...." She trailed off, bouncing her knee. 

I stared at her, holding a blank expression. What did he do? He couldn't have...no.

"What did he do baby. Tell me."

She look back up at me with tears in her eyes, some falling down her cheeks.

"He touched me."

The world around me seemed to slow down and stop. I let go of her shoulders and let my hands drop to my lap. My girl, my beautiful baby girl, was violated by her teacher. And what makes it worse is that I trusted Mr. Bailey, he seemed like such a nice guy.

"Where." I stated.

"W-what?" Y/N said, confused.

"Where...did he...touch...you." I said, trying to keep my composure.

She shifted and pointed to her chest, and her lower area. I clenched my teeth and stood up, rushing over to the kitchen to get my keys.

"Mom? Where are you going?"

"To go beat his ass. He touched you! My fucking kid!"

"Mom, please calm down. It was brief! It might've just been an accident!"

I whipped around and grabbed her by her arms, pulling her close to my face.

"It wasn't an accident. Never EVER say that! He violated your body!" I yelled, feeling very angry.

Y/Ns lip trembled and she started to sob in my arms, breaking my heart. My face immediately softened and I pulled her into a tight hug, kneeling to the ground with her. I rocked our bodies and kissed her cheek repeatedly.

"I'm sorry baby I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, you did nothing wrong."

"I was scared! I didn't know what to do Mommy!" She cried, clinging onto me.

I stroked her hair and leaned my head on hers which was nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Soon her breathing evened out and I realized she had fallen asleep. I would take her to bed but her being a 14 year old teenager and me being 28 and 5'2, I can't carry her. 

So I laid down on the wooden floor and rested her body atop mine. I know I would indefinitely be sore and uncomfortable when she wakes up, but I don't give a shit. I'm her mother and I need to keep her safe and happy, it's my job and I'm gonna do it right.

Even if that means beating up a fucking middle school science teacher.

Owowoow

Hello!

I'm tired and hungry and I can't get food cause the fridge broke at my house.

Help