Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Fame Since Birth

Hi, I'm Ainsley Amelia-Louise Edwards, the 3 year old daughter of Perrie Louise Edwards but stepdaughter to Jade Amelia Edwards. I have a half-sister named Hollie Jade Edwards who is 8 months old.

(This chapter contains unwanted touching of a minor *I don't really know the term of it, my apologies*)

Perrie's POV: The media have wanted to know every single detail about my two daughters Ainsley and Hollie since they were both born. Ainsley is my daughter from my ex-boyfriend Alex who wanted nothing to do with her and Hollie is my daughter with Jade using a sperm donor.

A little backstory is... Ainsley knows barely anything about her biological father and just goes that Jade is her mumma along with me. I've known Jade since I was young, growing up nextdoor to each other. After Ainsley's dad dumped me, Jade was there for me as I discovered that I was bisexual and turns out that she was hiding that she was a lesbian and she had a massive crush on me since secondary school.

I got told that Jade wouldn't want your child in her life but she's completely the opposite, she adores Ainsley and treats her as her own daughter. 2 and a half years pass and we have a daughter of our own named Hollie.

Now onto the story... ever since me announcing that I was pregnant with my first daughter, every single sort of news station wanted to know everything that was going on from the gender to my food cravings. And when she was born, the world wanted to know even more.

"Mammy, do we weally 'ave to go?" Ainsley asks me, cocking her head and looking at me with those ocean blue eyes that I can't say no to. "There's 'oads of people with cameras!"
"Yes, darling. We do have to go..." I respond, looking down at her. It's a writing session with Kamile and annoyingly, we can't get anyone to look after our little girls so we've resorted to just taking them with us which Ainsley isn't too pleased with.
"Why can't nana 'come?" She inquires in a whiny tone.
"Nana is really busy, princess." I respond, sympathetically. She abhores going to the studio, not because of the loud noises but because of the paparazzi!

We eventually get to the studio and Jade is getting a little weary, there are lots of paparazzi just outside of the door, desperate to get a shot of our children.
"We may need to assist you through this crowd, madams" Our bodyguard Mitchell and driver tells us, observing the scene.

We get out of the car and the pictures start, basically blinding us with the flashing. I lift Ainsley out of her carseat and hold her tightly against her chest whilst my wife does the same with a sound-asleep Hollie.
"Could you keep back please? There are little ones here." Mitchell announces to the crowd. "No questions towards Jade and Perrie, please!" But will that stop them? Survey says... nope!

A array of obscene questions are shot at me like bullets, mostly about our children and relationship. My wife just grabs ahold of my hand and essentially leads me through the crowd. That's just when Ainsley begins to act up and I notice that about 3 paps are getting way too close towards her and I just go full overprotective-mammy mode by snapping at them.
"Could you get the hell away from my bloody daughter?! You are frightening her." I tell them, authoritatively. This gains the attention of my wife who asks me "What's happening here? Give my damn wife and little girl alone!"

After a few more minutes of struggles getting through the paps, we finally get inside and are able to breathe until I hear a muffled sobbing from Ainsley.
"What's wrong, princess?" I inquire with a expression full of worry and fear before I notice a bruise on her face
"A man hit me with his camera 'ard before touching me on my princess parts!" She sobs, tears flowing from her eyes and both me and Jade's expressions completely changes from extreme worry to extreme rage; lemme tell you that my wife is extremely overprotective of our children.
"Keep Hollie safe, my love." She hands me Hollie before walking back out the door.

Jade's POV: I step outside and the paps surround me asking several questions to which I just ignore.
"Which one of you sick bastards laid hands on my little girl?!" I exclaim, furiously glaring at them all which makes them all go silent and avert eye contact. "I'll tell you that, whomever it was, I will find out and I will be fucking suing and getting your asses in prison!"