Demi's point of view

"Lacey, I really need you to hold still baby." I struggle to keep her body still as I run baby shampoo through her hair. She hates when I put shampoo in her hair. It always gets in her eyes because she refuses to sit still.

Sure enough, she begins to scream and cry and throw her head back. I hate giving her a bath. It hurts me to see her in pain and then I have to worry about her smashing her head on the bathtub.

"Sweetheart, it's almost over. Relax." I pour one more cup full of water over her hair and the shampoo is all out. Her cries stop shortly after.

Being a single mom of a baby that's less than a year old really sucks. Especially when I'm only 18 and struggling to find a job and go to college at the same time. Sometimes, I wish that Lacey's father was in the picture but then I remember that he's a complete asshole. All he ever cared about was sex, drugs, and alcohol. When I wouldn't give him any, he'd go to dozens of other girls. It was disgusting. Every time we were in bed together, I'd worry about catching some STD. Not to mention, he wasn't the nicest guy when he was high or drunk.

I only got the strength to leave him two months after Lacey was born because I walked in on him having sex with my best friend, completely drunk, while he was supposed to be watching the baby. She was screaming at the top of the lungs.

"All done princess." I grab her wet, wiggling body out of the bathtub and she begins to whimper again. The quicker I get her in a nice warm towel, the quicker she'll stop crying. I wrap her "My Little Pony" towel around her and give her a big kiss on the cheek. I can't help kissing her. She's the most beautiful baby. She has my beautiful brown eyes, and my dark brown hair. Everything else is the same as my ex-boyfriend's, Trace.

"How does watching some Dora and eating some blueberries sound cutie pie?" I ask as I put her in her pink cupcake footie pajamas. "Does a little bedtime snack sound good?"

Lacey sticks her finger in her mouth and coos. She must really want that snack. She says small words sometimes. I mean she'll be one in less than a month. She even crawls around and stands up with the support of the living room table sometimes.

"Momma might have a snack too. Maybe some oreos." I scoop her up in my arms and bring her into the living room. I prop her up on the couch and put pillows around her to support her body. She doesn't really need the pillows but I put them there just in case. I'm a nervous mommy.

"I'll be right back princess." I retreat into the kitchen and pour some blueberries into Lacey's small snack bowl. I don't want her to eat too much before she goes to bed. She'll get a tummy ache. After I'm done getting her blueberries, I grab four oreos out of the container and fill up a glass of milk. There's nothing I love more than sitting next to my baby on the couch and watching t.v. with her.

"Momma's got a snack for you!" I walk over to the couch and hand her the blueberries. She screams in delight and starts chowing them down. She acts like I starve her. I just fed her a little over an hour ago.

"Do you wanna go visit mammy and papa tomorrow?" I ask as I dunk a double stuffed Oreo into the rich milk.

My parents are honestly the reason why I can take care of Lacey. Without them, I probably would have had to of given her up for adoption. They're extremely wealthy. When I say wealthy, I mean four sports cars in the garage wealthy. My dad owns an insurance company and my mom owns a chain of hotels throughout the country. Even though my parents had all this money, I was never truly spoiled. I had to get good grades, and act appropriately to earn the things that I was given.

Of course they were disappointed in me when I got pregnant at 17 but they never even mentioned the idea of abortion or adoption. They always saw Lacey as a blessing and a gift from the heavens. They have spoiled the absolute shit out of her since she was born. My baby has more designer clothes than I do, and she's only 11 months old. They pay for my apartment and all my bills. Their only requirements are that I make sure Lacey is well taken care of, I don't go back to Trace, and I finish college and medical school.

I am constantly trying to find a job though. I hate the idea of my parents paying for all of my expenses when I'm an adult and a mother. I haven't been able to find a job that fits my school schedule. I also hate the idea of leaving Lacey with a babysitter. I don't trust anyone else with her. I have a hard enough time leaving her with my parents for a night every once in a while when I want to go out with Miley or Selena.

I look over at Lacey and I can tell that she is falling asleep. She has to keep forcing her eyes open and her blueberries are about to spill everywhere.

I quickly grab them and place them on the living room table. I go into the kitchen and grab a napkin and wipe the blueberry mess off of Lacey's face. She must be really exhausted because she doesn't even cry when I wipe her face.

"Somebody's a sleepyhead." I giggle as I carefully pick her up and cradle her in my arms. "I want you to sleep in momma's bed with me tonight."

I know that it's probably wrong that I have her sleep with me every night but I just really love having her close by me. Selena and Miley keep telling me that I'm never going to get laid if I have a baby in my bed but I don't care. I'd easily pick Lacey over a guy any day. Although I will admit, if there's one thing I miss about Trace, it's having sex.

I lay Lacey in my bed and put pillows all around her so she won't roll off the bed. I pull her strawberry shortcake blankie up over her and put her nanu next to her. Nanu is her little blanket that she snuggles with at night. It's her comfort object. Lacey was the one that named the blanket Nanu. That was one of her first words. It took me forever to figure out what she was talking about.

I slide under my black and purple striped comforter and turn off my bedroom lamp. I am so exhausted and I have class tomorrow at 8 am. That means I have to wake up at 6 to get ready and drop Lacey off at my sister's house.