I Do not own Big Time Rush… Or Tinga Tinga Tales. lol

It's been two years. Two years since I've given birth to a beautiful baby girl named Cadence Phoebe Trenton. Two years since my boyfriend left for Hollywood, and I never had the chance to tell him about the pregnancy. And every time I called him all he would do is talk about girls that he met, or knew, or hung out with, so after about two months, I gave up and hadn't called him since.

Now, I walk down aisles in the grocery with my little girl and all I hear is people talking about us. It's either that, or they have the sudden need to ask if she's my little sister. "No," I reply, "She's my daughter." Then they talk some more. But then there's the people I know, the ones who are always seeing me at the grocery store, sometimes, they'll hear someone talking about me, and say something to me, loud enough for them to hear. Something like, "Hey, Stevie, I think they think Cadence is adorable too!" Which get's them absolutely embarassed. I understand it's absolutly scandelous for a seventeen year old to have a two year old child, but, that's how it turned out.

I've learned to deal with it. It doesn't matter if her father isn't here. It doesn't matter that my parent's kicked me out, because at least I have my grandparents, my beautiful baby, and my cousin, Megan, who was also sent to my Grandparent's house because she has a child (an twenty month old named Elijah).

And now, I'm in the den, falling asleep on the couch while little Cadence sits on the floor watching Tinga Tinga Tales, her favorite tv show on Disney Junior. It's our daily routine. I work from 7am to 2pm, while Cadence goes to day care at 7am my grandmother picks her up at noon, and then she's at home with Grandma and Grandpa until I get home at 2. I get home, make her a snack, then we play a quick game of peek-a-boo or pattycake or hide and seek before our nap, which I only take, because she'll get up and sit on the floor, and watch tv.

"Cady," I say to her, my eyes half closed, "What are you doing?" She looks back at me.

"Mommy, I watchin' tee-vee." She replies putting emphasis on the 'ee's in tv. I giggle, "But Cady, it's nappy time."

"No!" She says, smiling. "It Tinga time!" I smile. "Okay, watch Tinga, but you stay right there while mommy takes a nap." She nods and looks back at the tv. I close my eyes for what seemed like three seconds, and the next thing I knew, I was being woke up by Cadence screaming crying. My eyes shot open and I looked down to see that she was on the floor next to the coffee table, a scratch along her face.

I jumped up and ran over to my little girl. "Cady, what happened?"

She was sniffling and snuffling so hard she could barely speak. I picked her up, and rested her on my hip. "M-mo-mommy! I twipped an fell down!"

"Aw, baby." I walked her into the kitchen and set her on the counter while I opened the cabinet and got out the first aid kit. She had calmed down a bit now. I took out an alcohol swab and a pink Hello Kitty band aid. "Baby girl, this is gonna sting just a little. But you have to be strong. For me, and Grandma, and Grandpa, and even Aunt Megan and Eli." She nodded. "And Daddy too?" I looked down. "Sure. Daddy too." I breathed in and looked back up, gently gliding the alcohol swab along the scratch. Her breath hitched, and she squinted her eyes really tight. I took the swab off.

"See, all done! Wasn't that bad, was it?"

She shook her head 'no'. I put the band aid on her cheek and laughed. "Okay, no band-aid. It just looks silly on your cheek." I carefully took it off, making sure not to hurt her. I sighed. "So. Can we take a nap now?" She nodded and put her arms out as a gesture for me to pick her up. I picked her up and set her on my hip, walking to the den and setting her on the couch, before laying down and tucking her under my arm.

I watched as she closed her hazel eyes, and drifted to sleep. I quickly copied her, hugging her tightly. I never want to let go. I kissed her sandy blonde head, and drifted to sleep.

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"Stevie!" The screen door slammed shut. It was Megan, home from picking up Eli from his father's. I got up, careful not to wake Cadence. "What, Meg?" I whispered, signaling her to be quiet. She set Eli on the floor next to some of his toys. "Well, I was just at his father's to pick him up."

I nodded slowly, "I can see that." She sighed and gave me a face that showed she didn't want my shit right now.

"Well, anyways, he had this whore over! She was, like, a smoker!" I raised my eyebrows. I find it amusing he has a baby with Meg, then he dates a smoker. It's just so different considering Meg has a fear of smoke in her lungs.

"Yeah, well, SHE was pregnant too!" She folded her arms, "Be lucky your baby's daddy isn't around for you to see what he turned into."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, too bad I have to see him on the news, and hear Cady cry about how she wants a daddy like everyone else has."

"She doesn't need a daddy," Meg said, "She's got us! Really, I'm like her daddy!"

"Uh. No. Not really. Her daddy loves hockey and is in a famous pop band. You hate hockey AND pop music."

She rolled her eyes jokingly, "Yeah, well if you want to get technical about it." We both began laughing, not too loud though, Cadence was still sleeping.

So, how is it? Who do you think Cadence's dad is? Please, review! Those who review will get virtual cookies and their own Big Time Rush!