1 week later
"Mom where are dills pull ups?" I yelled from upstairs.
"I got rid of them"
I was tired of my parents being here.
I left dill laying on her bed, playing on my phone.
I stormed downstairs and into my living room.
"Mom you can't just get rid of stuff!" I said in a huff.
My mom just shrugged.
"Bray, she's four she needs to learn"
I was shocked.
I know my mom raised me but Delaney is different then me and is a little bit behind in growing and developing.
"You don't get to tell me what she needs to learn because when she wets the bed, you'll clean it not me" I said getting angrier as I talked.
I loved my mom but she likes to parent my child and I don't appreciate that.
I know I'm young but I know what's best for my child.
"Braydon you're getting angry for no reason. You baby Delaney too much"
I took a deep breath before responding.
Before I responded I looked at my dad and he was really focusing on the show, obviously avoiding confrontation.
He hated getting involved.
"Delaney is a baby. She's four not twenty!" I yelled.
Mh mom flinched back.
"Braydon don't raise your voice at me" She said calmly which made me fume a little more.
"No, this is my house! That is my child upstairs! You can't get rid of things without permission!" I yelled.
She rolled her eyes while crossing her arms.
"I'm done with this conversation" She said while staring at the tv.
"You are forty years old act like it" I spat then stormed off.
I like to have the last word and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I walked into Delaney's room and she was sucking on her fingers, half asleep with my phone laying against her chest.
I gently took my phone from her and she squirmed a little before her eyes fell on me.
"Hi daddy" She kind of said but it was mumbled since she was half asleep.
It was about a half hour past her bed time.
"Time for bed" I said as I tucked her in and then kissed her cheeks.
She was passed out as soon as the covers hit her body so I quietly left.
I walked into my room and saw my mom looking at all the pictures on my dresser and on my wall of Delaney.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked.
She jumped before turning around.
"I'm sorry"
Was the first thing out of her mouth and I was shocked.
My mom never apologized for her actions.
"What?" I asked.
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My baby girl (Babies series #1)
RandomBraydon Penston is twenty years old and when he was sixteen he slept with a girl. Then nine months later a baby girl is placed on his door step. In that moment he decided he was going to be the best father he could be no matter what! Follow his jour...