Chapter Fifteen

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Okay, before we start, I'd like to say a big fuck you to Kitty because guess what....I'M NO LONGER SINGLE!! I have a girlfriend now so ha ha. Okay, on with the story.
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Becca's POV

Even after I found Catt's cigarettes, the look on her face made me feel bad. She'd obviously started for a reason, one I have yet to know. But I had to get her to stop because of Asher.

After I said yes, I couldn't stop grinning. This was the best day ever for me, even if I had found out about my mom dying only an hour ago. I mean, I have my baby brother I have to take care of now and a girlfriend to help me.

"C-Catt, I-I need y-you to t-try and s-stop smo-smoking. P-Please, not e-even for m-me, f-for A-Asher," I choked out. Why was I stuttering now? I was beginning to get frustrated the more I spoke so I just stopped. I felt tears brim my eyes as the frustration turned into anxiey and I began to breath unevenly.

"Becca, hey just breath okay? I know you're frustrated, but just look at me." I did as told and was met with Catt's lips on my own. I relaxed and melted into her touch. She pulled away and smiled down at me, he being noticeably taller.

"You're stutter is unique," Catt said.

"B-But I h-hate it. I-I c-can't ever g-get a c-coh-coherent sentence out a-and I h-hate it s-so m-much," I stutter out in frustration.

I began to tug at my long, tangled (who else is Disney af?) hair, getting frustrated again. Why couldn't I talk like a normal person? It was so beyond frustrating and having to hide it all the time was getting harder and harder because I crack under stress.

Just as Catt went to say somwthing, Asher's cries and whimpers were heard in his room. I rushed upstairs and into the room where the child was.

"Hi, b-baby. Are you g-getting fussy? What's wrong?"

I noticed I didn't stutter as bad around Asher as I began swaying him back and forth whilst singing. I took one of his dummies and slipped it between his pouty lips. Asher soon began bobbing it up and down, only little coos and whimpers coming out of his mouth.

I walked over to his changing table and layed him down gently, pulling out a little lion onsie with short sleeves and the footies so he wouldn't get too hot or too cold. After changing him, I slipped the little outfit on before picking him up and craddling him in my arms.

"Wanna g-go see M-Mikey a-and Zee? Let's go, b-baby b-boy."

Over time, I noticed I had more struggles with my B's and H's. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't say those as clear.

When we got downstairs, Catt was making another bottle while Zee watched her in awe and Michael was on his phone. When Asher saw the red-headed boy, he dropped his dummy and made tiny grabby hands.

"Mikey, A-Asher w-wants you,"I spoke up, making sure my presence was known.

Michael walked over and started talking to the clueless baby as he took him from me. I giggled a little as Asher started to nibble on Michael's fingers. Michael has always had a thing for the tiny baby, ever since he was born.
When I walked over to Zee and Catt, Catt was giving Michael the bottle to feed Asher.

"U-Um..Catt, wh-what do y-you th-thing I-I should d-do?"

"About what, Bear?"

I blushed at the nickname before continuing, "Sh-Should I a-adopt Ash o-or j-just raise h-him as m-my b-brother?"

"I think you need to try and adopt him. I mean, he's only two months old there's no way he'll remember your...mom. You can pass as his mom anyway."

I nodded, thinking about that for a moment. She's right, Asher needed someone to call mommy. But, at the same time, I didn't wanna get called a slut. I mean, I'm still a virgin and being popular there are already tons of lies about that.

"I-I don't want t-to get b-bullied, th-though. I-I'm already d-depressed."

Catt just pulled me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back.

"Do it for Asher."

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Well it was a little longer, and Becxa and Catt are GIRLFRIENDS but I kinda feel bad cause my irl girlfriend is reading this. Oops, ily Emma. So yeah, this one was a lil better. And a lil longer. Love y'all peace out girl scout!
-Bear

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