"You're seriously not smoking around my kid right now.." you said as you walked in the living room and put the grocery bags down. Hearing you coming in, JJ quickly put out his cigarette and looked at you, acting completely oblivious.

"What smoking?" He said, acting just as confused as you while you rolled your eyes and walked over to them. Your baby girl laying on the bed, kicking and making cute little baby noises as she looked around with her blue eyes, completely oblivious of the situation.

"She's fine, okay? I'm not that bad at this." He said quietly as he looked at you and shrugged while you looked at him with a frown.

It didn't matter how she was because you told him so many times not to smoke in the same room as her, and he just wouldn't listen.

"Whatever.." you grumbled as you gently took the baby in your arms with her cheek now resting on your shoulder.

The way your life took a turn was definitely wasn't ideal. Everybody knew JJ was reckless, not caring about the consequences of his actions. And you, well, not very different either. So, this was kind of expected.

It was supposed to be just one night. One night you spent together in poguelandia, and now this. Dealing with JJ, with his baby was exhausting. Because he didn't have much difference than a toddler anyways. Lucky for you, John B was kind enough to let you two live in the cheautau with the baby after you got kicked off by your parents.

How can someone's life change so drastically in just a year?

You two were a perfect example for that.

But hey, no denying, JJ loved his girl. Adoring her in every way possible, spending his whole day with her in his arms, no matter where he is or who with.

And the pogues? They were the perfect family for the baby.