Ariana's POV:I stayed in the bathroom staring at my phone screen. I refreshed it every few minutes to read all of the new comments that were made.
I can't believe I let this happen. Granted, I didn't know my mom was going to post the picture, but still. It's my job to protect Luna. What do I do know? I can't just come out and say Brendon is the father. But I can't deny the rumors without saying who the real father is; which is Brendon. How did I get into this mess?
Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter. I love her more than life itself. But sometimes I wonder where I would be if I hadn't left with him that night.
I shook my head at my thoughts and refreshed her post one last time. An orange heart popped up at the bottom right of my screen, considering I hadn't posted anything, I clicked on it, gasping when I did.
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Brendon's POV:
"There's no way that child is mine." I exclaimed while shaking my head, pacing around the room.
"Are you positive? Because I've known you for quite some time, and even I thought she looked like you when I looked at the picture." My manager stated.
"There's no way. Ariana would have told me." I answered.
"Really? How well do you know this girl? Because allegedly no one knows the identity of the father."
I sat down on the couch, placing my head in my hands.
There's no way Ariana kept my daughter from me. Absolutely no way. She would've told me. I know her. Luna isn't mine and it's all just a huge misunderstanding.
At least, that's what I kept telling myself.
"How old even is this girl? Because Ariana and I only hooked up once." I paused. "Well, more than once, but it was on the same night."
"Yeah, I got you. Please don't continue." My manger said, rolling his eyes. "Let me look and see what I can find."
The next hour was spent googling and scrolling through instagram pages until we found the answer we wanted.
"November 11, 2016. That's her birthday. That would make her about a year and eight months." He informed me.
"Okay, and a pregnancy lasts how long?" I asked. Never being good at math, but trying anyways.
"About nine months."
"Okay, so if her birthday is in November, and a pregnancy lasts around nine months, that would make the start of her pregnancy at around?" I trailed off, hoping someone else would answer for me.
"February."
It hit me like a ton of bricks. February. That's when the Grammy's were.
This child was mine.
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FanfictionIt was a one night stand, that was all. A hook-up that happened after an award show. It was innocent. Until it wasn't. Luna Grande came into this world in 2016. Her mother, Ariana Grande, is an amazing parent. She does anything and everything for...