Brooke slowly tucked in her youngest daughters, Mckenzi and Mckayla, and watched them fall asleep. She breathed out, and walked to her bedroom. A single mom at 22, with four kids. Brandon had gotten her pregnant and she had been dumb enough to believe he would help her. But he didn't. The only help she got was the monthly child support check. Kelly helped her sometimes, and Paige and Josh were amazing aunts and uncles.
She knew that the girls would be fine. They never knew Brandon, so they just thought their father didn't exist. Mckenzi and Mckayla were 1, Riley was 3, and Faith was 5. Brooke had given up dancing after Faith was born. The week before Riley had been born, Randy had died. Brooke was devastated. Riley's name was in memory of him. Overall, Brooke's life had been awful in the last five years. She didn't regret her kids, only what happened after them.
