Chasing Your Dreams

Father Daughter Talk

Jason's pov

She gets to the studio and I can tell she's nervous. She goes in to sing that last song. "Do you have a title track?" Mike asks when she finishes. "It's not a song title but I wanna call it A Fallen Angel." I raise an eyebrow. "Why do ya wanna call it that, sweety?" "It just came to me. It really means a lot to me." She says, smiling. I bite my lip. "Ok. It should be out next month." Mike says enthusiastically. "Thanks Micheal." She says, hugging him. We walk out of the studio. "Hey Miranda, I wanna talk about this baby thing." She freezes. "Nothin' bad, sweety." We get in my truck. "I heard your conversation with Mo earlier." "Oh... You... Uh heard that?" "Yeah. Sweetheart, I know you're scared. I was scared when Jessica first told me she was pregnant at 25. But ya know what when my baby girl came nine months later..... It was a dream come true and holdin' her for the first time was one or the best feelings ever. I know it'll be the same when you're little one comes. And I'll always be here to help. Me and Brittany will. Don't worry. You always have someone to fall back on if things get tough." I brake to the side of the road and pull her into a hug. "Meeting you that day was one of the best days of my life." I whisper, feeling her trying not to cry. "Dad...." "What is it, sweet girl?" "I'm scared.... What if... I'm not ready?" "Believe me you are." "How do you know?" "Well for one thing and me and Britt agree on this... But taking care of your siblings while going to school must've been difficult and if you could take care of three kids that weren't yours, I'm sure you'll do great taking care of one of your own."

*later*

Miranda's pov

He sure knows what to tell me to cheer me up. I was washing dishes when Mo slipped his hands around my waist. "This is no chore for a woman." I smile and turn around. "Mo, I'm not scared anymore. Me and dad talked. We're gonna make such great parents." "That's what I've been trying to tell you all along baby girl." He kisses me. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you, more." I say, linking my hands behind his head. "Take it upstairs?" He asks. I nod with a flirty smile.

*later*

"Hey Mo, what names should we decide on?" He laughs softly. "We've got a long way to go before that happens." I shrug. "Who cares about time?" I say. He laughs again and holds me in his arms. "Goodnight crazy." I laugh softly and fall asleep against his chest.