"We need to record three more songs for the album, and if possible, another video—" Simon's words are interrupted by the sound of the conference room door opening. Little feet scamper up to me, and I frown at the sight of our two-year-old daughter reaching out for me to pick her up.

"Hello, baby" I pick her up and put her on my lap, not quite understanding what she was doing there. "Shouldn't you be home with mommy...?"

Having a baby at 17 isn't easy. Having a baby at 17 while being part of the most famous boy band in the world is worse. Everything came crashing down on us when we found out you were pregnant. Obviously, our first instinct was to have an abortion, but your parents, people I don't want to have anything to do with, are very religious and forced us to have the baby. According to them, I have enough resources to support you and our little girl, which is true, but no 17-year-old couple should be parents so soon.

Likewise, Olivia is the best thing that could have happened to us; she's our whole world, and we're so happy. Except when our schedules clash and we have to juggle trying to figure out who gets her. Today I had an important meeting with the band, so we agreed you'd skip your college classes so you could stay home with her. But it seems your plans have changed.

You enter the meeting room apologizing a thousand times to the boys and then looking at me, you seemed nervous, anxious.

"Give me a second, guys... sorry," I say before standing up and walking out into the hallway with you, Olivia in my arms. "Are you okay? What are you doing here? I thought we agreed you were staying home with her today..." I say, scanning your face with concern.