emily had always wanted a kid, but she never really connected with anyone enough to make it happen. then, when your dad got arrested and no relatives stepped up, she didn’t hesitate. she took you in, no questions asked.

you were her world, her little angel. and even as you grew up, nothing changed that. but now, as you started getting interested in boys, emily found herself in uncharted territory—her worst nightmare. the idea of her baby getting caught up in teenage drama wasn’t something she was ready for.

she was sitting on the couch, flipping through a book when you burst through the door, practically bouncing with excitement. you dropped your book bag and rushed over to her, your energy radiating.

“mom! guess what,” you said, nearly breathless with excitement.

emily raised an eyebrow, her book forgotten as she studied you. “what’s going on?” she asked, already sensing the bomb you were about to drop.

“i got a boyfriend!” you blurted out, eyes wide and waiting for her reaction.

emily froze for a second, her eyes narrowing slightly as she searched your face for any sign of a joke. but you were serious.

after a long pause, she let out a sigh and smirked, leaning back against the couch. “does your ‘boyfriend’ know your mom carries a gun?” she teased, her voice deadpan but her eyes twinkling.