The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Old Version)

Miss Sixteen and Pregnant

Rewritten is now published! It's better for me as a writer to create something I love then drag on with something I don't.

The Rewritten will
-have similar plot
-same characters
-have smoother transition
-overall better, just saying

It would mean a lot if you would check it out

Love,
Allie

Rebecca was still in my arms when my grandmother walked in. She was the spitting image of my mother : oval face, pursed lips, dark hair and eyes dark as coal. Her long hair was braided down to her waist and her stoic face was wrinkle free even at the age of sixty two.

"Asti." I looked straight into her deep eyes.

"Lalita. Respect." She snapped, her Indian accent rolling off her tongue. I scoffed when she called me by my Indian middle name. She was upset with my mother that she gave me a "white" name and blamed my father for it until my parents gave me an Indian middle name to make her happy. She never liked the name Jayne (neither do I, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that), and refused to call me by my first name.

"How dare you call your Nani by her first name. After all I've done for you." She walked forward and her shimmering yellow sari flowed.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at her and played with Rebecca's fingers.

"I'm taking her back. Don't get too attached."

My head snapped towards her, "Really? Her father isn't even conscious to see her! You won't take her away this time."

"Your father and I had a deal. To keep her with me until you graduated."

"She'll be one then!"

"Lower your voice Lalita. Ivy is staying with me until you graduate." Nani's eyes hardened.

I clenched my teeth, "Her name is Rebecca."

"I gave her the middle name Ivy. She's Ivy to me." Nani walked forward and blinked as if she just noticed the unconscious Devin laying in a cot. "If he has a problem with the name he should have been at the birth."

I looked down at Rebecca and caressed her soft, round face. I didn't have a comeback for that one.

"What are you even here for?" I questioned Nani. She didn't have to bring Rebecca here. We weren't supposed to meet till next week.

"I could ask the same Lalita." She stared at Devin and looked deep in thought. It was silent for a moment and Rebecca cooed.

"You can't take her back. I can take care of her myself. I don't need you," I said softly. I love my baby girl. "I need to see her grow up."

"You haven't even grown up yourself," she scoffed and crossed her arms.

I woke up exhausted. The birthing process was tiring and painful and after seventeen long hours, my baby girl was here. The hospital room was empty and the TV on the wall was on Ellen. I pushed the nurse request button the side of my cot and didn't have to wait long until a woman came in.

She was chewing gum rather obnoxiously and I cringed. "Yes?"

"I want to see my baby."

The NICU was home to babies who were born with issues that needed to be monitored by the hospital before they could be sent home. My baby girl was born at five pounds and two ounces, two months premature. She didn't have a name yet. I knew that my family downstairs were trying to rush me into naming her but I had to wait for him. It's his child too.