Having Demi as a mom

Chapter #1

Demi's POV:

"Mom, I don't feel good at all. I've been sick all morning!" I heard Braelynn call from her en-suite; I ran over to her and saw her kneeling over the toilet. I heard retching. I ran over to her, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. She's sixteen; I really, really hope she's not pregnant. "I'm sorry babygirl, do you need anything? Water, peppermint oil?" I asked as she sat up, and I hugged her.

Braelynn's POV:

My mom asked if I needed anything, and she pulled me into a hug god, I loved her hugs. I breathed in her signature smell of warm vanilla bean perfume and immediately regretted it. I felt myself get sick right away, barely pulling away from my mom before I threw up again, but there was nothing left that should've come back up, so all that came out was blood. "No, I'm good, thank you though, momma. I think I'm just going to rest for a little bit. Would it be okay to ask Ash if he could come over?" I asked, looking into my mom's brown eyes as she looked down at me. "Yeah, of course. I want you to take a pregnancy test for me, though, before that." Mom replied; my eyes widened, and I shook my head frantically. Mom raised her eyebrows, goddamn it, why did I do that. That's going to make her even more suspicious. I didn't think about the possibility of me being pregnant. It was possible; I'm not innocent anymore, but oh my god. I would love to be a mom one day, but at 16? I do not doubt that my mom would support me with every decision, but I don't know if I'm even responsible enough to be a mom.

Demi's POV:

I will love and support my daughter with any decision she makes if she is pregnant, but god, I'm not old enough to be a grandma! I'm only 30, and I looked down at my daughter, who looked stunned and scared after I told her I wanted her to take a test. Did she know something I don't know? Was she pregnant? "Brae, I'm gonna have Mar get you a test, but before I do, is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow. She looked up at me with wide eyes. She shook her head vigorously. "No, I don't know anything. I swear to god, I don't. I would've told you if I did." Braelynn replied. I pulled her into a hug. "Okay, baby girl. I'll go call Mar, I'll be with you every step of the way, and I love you." I assured her as I rubbed her back. "I love you too, Mommy, thank you," Brae responded as she dug her head into the crook of my neck. "Let's get you to your bed; you should rest for a bit," I told her, helping her stand up. I took my phone from my back pocket to call my best friend, Marissa. "Hey, Mar, would you mind swinging by the drugstore to get a pregnancy test for Brae?" I asked into the phone after she picked up. "Oh my god, yeah, of course." she replied, "thank you so much, I appreciate it." I replied, "Okay, Mar is gonna get you a test; how long have you noticed this?" I asked after hanging up the phone, "only about a week." Braelynn replied, "Okay, let's lay down." I replied, "Can we snuggle momma?" Braelynn asked, oh god, I missed this. My babygirl never wanted to cuddle anymore. "Of course, we can love," I replied, pulling her under the covers and pulling her to my side.

Braelynn's POV:

I missed snuggling with my mom, to be quite honest. I know it sounds childish, but I do. I dug my head into her neck. My nausea had disappeared by then, so her scent hadn't bothered me. I loved her smell, and it reminded me of her. "Mar's here; I'll be right back, sweetheart." Mom told me, pulling the sheets off of her and running downstairs about ten minutes later. "okay, do you know how to take this?" Mom asked minutes later after I heard Auntie Mar say her goodbyes. "Yeah, I'll be right back," I replied, jumping from my bed, and walking to the bathroom. Honestly, I was scared as fuck; I don't know if I want to be a mom yet. I took a shaky breath in and sat down. Minutes later, I was finished, and it took two minutes for the results to be in. "It'll all be okay, Hunny." I think she can see how scared I am. The two minutes felt like an eternity, but they finally were up. I stood up, and my legs felt like wet spaghetti noodles. Mom put a loving hand on my back, coaxing me to the bathroom. "You're going to be alright, and it'll all be alright. I promise," she whispers. I smile up at her weakly, "Can you check first?" Still scared, I ask, "I would rather you check it, but if you insist." She replied, her long dark hair cascading down her shoulders and slightly grazing my neck, causing me to shiver.