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Requested by @Lexibrie1986 

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Being pregnant was never easy. The responsibility of having another life inside of you, dependent on everything you do, is enough to make anyone a hot mess.

Add in the raging hormones of a teenager, and the pressure of an unsupportive family, and you get absolute chaos.

I was sixteen when I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. Abortion had never been an option for me, despite the horrible amount of pressure put on me to kill my baby. I could never kill something so innocent and precious. Just because my family saw her as a teenaged mistake, didn't make her any less of a part of me.

Her father and I were very much in love, and we knew our baby would only serve to make our love more permanent.

And, here we are, fifteen years later, married and both successful guitarists. No one ever believed in us, and we had to fight for everything we could now call our own. I vowed on the day I gave birth that I would never leave our little girl without love and support for all of her endeavors.

Even when her father was fixing to skin a man alive.

"I don't care how fucking young you look! You're still eleven years older than her, you fucking pervert!"

I was holding onto my baby girl as she sobbed, rubbing her back and kissing on her forehead to try and keep her from stressing out too much. She needed to stay as calm as possible.

Chris and Ryan were holding my husband back, and our idiot drummer was hiding behind the refrigerator door.

"You're older than Devin!" Vinny tried to reason with the small ball of anger that was my husband, but Ricky was too pissed to think straight.

"I will cut off all of your appendages and drop your bleeding body into a bathtub full of bleach." He hissed, still struggling against our much taller friends.

Miriam whimpered into my shirt, and I held her head against my chest protectively.

"Ricky, baby, please calm down." I knew he heard me, but whether or not he would listen was entirely another issue.

Chris looked over at me, and we shared a look.

"What the fuck?!" Ricky rounded on his best friend when the impact from Chris's punch resonated with him. In his sweep of the area to shift his attention from Vinny to Chris, he caught my disapproving glare.

His face went from being red with anger to sheet white as he realized that I was glaring at him.

"Are you done acting like a bully?" My husband huffed. "Don't tell me you actually think that this is okay?" I scoffed, looking between my daughter and the man responsible for the baby growing inside of her with disapproval. "No, but I am aware that if we kill Vinny that our grandchild will have no father." 

I motioned for Vinny to come closer. When he stepped within reach, I pulled him down by his shirt so our eyes were level. His gulp was audible, and I saw my husband move closer out of the corner of my eye. 

I stared him down, keeping a protective hand over my daughter's head to stop her from looking at him. 

"I'm going to ask you once, and you better be fucking honest with me." I narrowed my eyes, staring into his soul like I'd imagine an angel would when trying to judge whether someone's deserving of mercy. "Do you love her?"