Getting pregnant at sixteen hadn’t been ideal.

No teenage girl want to have that sinking feeling in her gut when she’s just barely starting to turn into a woman. To look down at at pregnancy test and see two pink lines staring back up at you.

It all felt like a joke at the time.

Then, nine months later when Y/N Y/LN gave birth to a beautiful little girl, nothing felt like a joke anymore. Everything suddenly revolved around her daughter. Nothing else mattered.

It’s been three years since she gave birth to her little girl. Y/N is nineteen and now and her daughter is three. A little ocean-loving tyrant of giggles and a habit of running away.

She’s had help raising her little girl, sweet little Sailor Y/LN. Being a Kook makes it easier, having that kind of money has made it so much easier. Her parents, who were pissed at first, adore their granddaughter now. They do everything for her and their own little girl.

The support of her family helps but the one thing she so desperately craves is the father of her child. A Pogue. JJ Maybank.

JJ knows of his kid, how can he not? He’s seen pictures of her, she has his eyes, his clear knack for trouble-making. It’s not the responsibility that keeps him away, or his lack of love for Y/N and Sailor. But the fear, the fear of becoming his father.

So, when he comes to the beach to catch a few waves and sees that little girl with curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and her mother, still the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, he feels his heart stutter in chest.