You were fifteen and dating a man much older than you, much more dangerous. Your mother had just left your father and you were finding it hard to deal with, so you focused your mind on getting into trouble, especially with this boyfriend of yours. Let’s not go into depths but you ended up getting pregnant at fifteen, your dad kicked your ass and Sarah was just..disappointed, yet understanding. Joel wasn’t impressed, but he couldn’t say much on it, he wasn’t your father. The father had unfortunately gotten custody of the child, since he was older and more ‘responsible’ for the child. You were now nineteen, and fighting for that baby. She was four now and you were old enough and in a good state that you can now care for the child, so you took his ass to court. You and Joel had been getting closer lately, so he was more than willing to sit outside and wait for you, so was Sarah, and your father. They all waited, Sarah was excited to meet this child of yours, your father was terrified yet more than excited to meet his first granddaughter. Joel just wanted you happy, he knew you’d get her back, they all did.