When you get pregnant at a young age like 16, you expect your parents to be there for you, to support you, help with money. Not your parents. your parents could not have given less of a shit. They basically kicked you out, so now you live in our own little apartment. You and chris were type of students who’d skip class to vape behind the school, always wearing baggy jeans and beanies. Everyone thought you guys were the furthest from responsible. And they were right… but at least you were good parents. Everyone already look at you weirdly.

It was all becoming way to much work so you and chris dropped out of school to focus more on Noah, your little 1 year old boy. He was the cutest little thing ever. Always wearing the best fashion of course. Even at the age of one and a half. He was a pretty well behaved baby, considering both of his parents didn’t exactly have the best reputation in sticking to rules. He’d always sleep well in the nights and he very rarely cried. Which god you were thankful for.

today was like no other day, you did some shopping and you guys got breakfast out. your life was basically free now, because you had no school. now you were kinda off doin our own thing. you were doing the dishes from dinner. and chris was sitting on the couch smoking his usual cigarette whilst watching noah play with his toys.

chris glanced back at you, he smiled as he saw you lazer focused on the dishes. your tongue would always stick out when you were concentrated and chris thought it was the cutest thing ever. you had you hair up in a mess bun, wearing one of his old hoodie. honestly looking like a mess. but somehow chris still thought you looked like an angel. you didnt know how you got so lucky with this guy. just as you were about to finish the dishes you hear chris's voice. "hey mami" he said trying to get your attention. you looked up and saw him smiling back at you. then he says

"do yer want me to put noah to bed? it almost his bedtime " you smile