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Chapter 1

Hey guys! This was the 21st fanfiction that I wrote. I like to believe I've developed and learned new things throughout writing all those stories, so the newer they are, the better grammar, punctuation, and vocabulary they have. Thanks for being with me! xx, Lotta.

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"Hey, honey. Shhh," Betty whispered, picking her 6-month-old baby up from the crib Jellybean had used when she was little and that FP had saved. "Hi." She kissed the small girl on her precious little forehead, sitting back down on her bed, turning on the fairy lights she still had on the wall behind the headboard from when she was a teenager. "Are you hungry?" she asked, carefully holding her baby on her lap while pulling off her shirt, it was the middle of the night, nobody around anyways. And nobody in their right mind would ever sleep with a bra on.

Betty led the small head towards her breast, the action already so natural, not even hurting a bit when her daughter started sucking on it. "Of course you are," she whispered, giving her forehead another one of her tender kisses.

Betty looked around in the room when nursing. It felt weird being back in there. She had spent some of her best years in that room. And now she was back, with her daughter. During the few nighttime feedings, she had felt incredibly depressed. Everything that William had done to her. She couldn't get it out of her head.

Her eyes travelled onto the two suitcases in the corner of her teenage room. Alice had told them they could stay for as long as they wished --obviously, she loved her daughter and her granddaughter-- but she thought it was temporary. Nobody knew about the boxes and suitcases in the trunk of Betty's car.

The blonde 24-year-old knew her mother probably thought she had only fought with her previous boyfriend. They fought hella lot, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. But she also knew Betty didn't love him. They had been together only because she was generous enough and knew there was no way in hell she wouldn't give her daughter two parents. She remembered all the times as a little girl, thinking at the night about what her mom could've been like. And she didn't want the same heart aching experience for her baby girl.

But it had still happened, now.

After what William had done --three times already-- she finally stopped torturing herself, packed their things when he was at work, and bought a week early ticket to Ohio. Now, the week had gone by, her boyfriend and the father of her child hadn't even contacted them. She had gotten full custody of her daughter, having proof and going to court all by herself. William had been video called and the last thing he promised was to fuck all of the girls he saw, before hanging up his phone.

Betty was relieved. He hadn't promised to kill her.

"All done, Willow?" she whispered when the little girl seemed to have fallen back asleep. The blonde smiled, giving her chubby cheek a soft kiss and placing her back into the crib, setting a small fluffy blanket on her, protecting her from the November weather outside.

When Betty lied back down on the bed, leaving the small pink lights on, she smiled at the thought of finally being at peace. Her best (girl)friend was getting married tomorrow with one of her good friends, and she was happy to think about seeing them all there, together. She was going to be the maid of honour.

Jellybean who was 11 by now was too old to be the flower girl and Willow was too young, but they were the only small kids in the family and friends group both Veronica and Sweet Pea had, so they had found the ultimatum and decided that Jellybean was going to walk down the aisle, pulling Willow in a wagon as many people did in their weddings.

"Betty? Betty," Toni called, waving her hand in front of the blonde's face. Betty jerked a little, focusing her eyes back on her sister. "You okay?" Toni frowned worriedly.