Chapter 1

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  • Dedicated to Taylor Whitehead
                                    

Chapter 1

**Melody POV**

  The cool autumn air hits me as I walk out of Starbucks. I breathe in the honey air. I wrap my jacket around me more tightly as the chills run thought my body.

  "She will be loved," I sing under my breathe as I walk down the sidewalk. I look up at the stars. I spot orien's belt and the dippers. The stars shine so bright.

  I smile as I think of my daughter. Yes my daughter. No you didn't read it wrong. At the age of 15 my "boyfriend" got me pregnant. He told me he loved me and all of this crap and I believed him. As soon as we did it he broke up with me saying his friends dared him to date me an sleep with me.

  You can imagine how scared I felt when I found out I was pregnant. He already walked out of my life. So I didn't find the need to tell him that he had a daughter.

  I walk up the stairs of my apartment and open the door.

 "MOMMY!"

 A toddler comes full speed toward me. She wraps her small arms around me as I wrap them around her.

 "Hey there baby," I say picking her up.

  She smiles and kisses my cheek. My daughter Victoria Ann Price was born on April 11 2008 at 10:38pm. 7 lbs 4 ozs. I didn't believe in love again till I held her in my arms. I didn't know something so small could be so beautiful and mean so much to me. Victoria, who I call Tori, is my pride and joy. She helped me learn that I don't need a man. But only her to make me happy.

  "How was day care?" I ask setting her on the couch. Since I had a late shift tonight I had my best friend Maddie take care of her till I got home. Once I had gotten off I texted her that she could leave and go home.

  Maddie was there when everyone else left. She went to the doctors appointment, the shopping, went through the mood swings, and helped me over my heart ache. I've known her since I was 6 when she took my blue my little pony and whacked me in the head with it.

  "Fun! I made you a picture!" Tori exclaims. I smile as she picks up a picture of me and her holding hands. It may not be no Picasso but it's worth so much more.

 "Thank you, sweetheart!" I say hugging her and kissing her.

 "Mommy I have a question." she says as I place the picture on the table.

 "Ask away Tori." I say smiling as I take off my jacket and shoes.

 "Why don't I have a daddy?" I froze. "Everyone else has a daddy at the daycare. They even come and pick them up. They even go to baseball games together and everything!"

 I shallow hard. I don't like talking about her father Adam. He's a low life coward. But she has the right to know. But she's only 4! But you have to grow up fast I guess.

 "He's a asshole," I say. "He didn't love mommy so he left."

 She stared at me. "Whats a asswhule?"

 "A bad person." I reply before walking to the couch and placing her on my lap.

 "How could he not love you mommy? You are so prutty and funny! Did he not love me?"

 I laugh a little. "I'm not sure sweetheart. But I'm sure you daddy would love you if he knew that you were coming. But since it's just me, I'll love you twice as much!"

 She giggles and snuggles her head in the crock of my neck. I play with her brown bone straight hair as I look at her blue eyes. She is a spitting image of me. She doesn't resemble anything of Adam which makes it easy to forget. But I can't forget about my fathers child.

 "I have one more question before I get in the tuby." she says sitting up and looking into my eyes.

 "And that is?"

 "Where do babies come from?"

 I snort at her. Oh my god it's too early for this talk. "Um... Well... Angles brought you down from heaven in a gold basket! And they blessed me with a beautiful girl!" I say tickling her.

 She laughs. "MOMMY!"

 She tries to tickle me back and of course I let her.

 These are the moments I live for. The ones where I see Tori smile and laugh. The ones where it's me and her against the world. These are the moments I want to last forever.

*End of chapter 1*

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