Kitty's POV

Things are getting better. They needed to. My life has been a ride since I got pregnant with Jonah during my sophomore year of college—the guy who knocked me up didn't care because by the time I found out I was pregnant, he had dropped out of college and changed his number so I had no way of calling him.

I felt a little guilty that Jonah would probably never know who his father was—of course, I was fine with that because he obviously doesn't care about him; he left, right? But of course, there is always the wonder. You wonder about the man that helped bring you into the world.

I always did.

I did my best to keep up with my work in college. Studied whenever I had free time—which was when I wasn't working or going to a doctor appointment or an actual class. I survived—even after I had Jonah during the summer before my junior year.

My mom told me adoption was my best bet at having a decent life—if I didn't give him up, I would probably be single forever. I didn't care. I wasn't going to give up my son—I did fine in school when I was pregnant with him—I can do it while raising him.

Little did I know that it was a lot more difficult.

My mom gave me a month to get my life together before she would kick me out. I wouldn't be able to live at home anymore as long as I had Jonah. That was fine—she would just never get to see her grandson.

I was able to find another job and it actually paid well—it was at a day care. The good thing about it was that it also gave me insurance. I eventually stopped going to classes and would get the notes from my best friend and roommate, Marley.

Every soon, Jonah and I began living with Marley. I would work during early in the morning with my first job and then go to work at the day care in the afternoon—which is where Jonah and I spent the most amount of time together. Then at night—long nights—would be when I at least tried and studied; thank god for Marley or who knows if I would have gotten through it all.

By the time, Jonah was two, I was a college graduate and I was working for the day care full-time, quit my other job—I felt bad for all those other McDonalds employees. But seriously, I didn't like eating that crappy food, let alone giving it to people, who mostly give it to their kids. Disgusting! Seriously, if you are going to feed your children that crap, at least go to a fast food place with quality like Wendy's.

I wouldn't have to work at the day care forever, now with my degree, I could be a teacher. It would give me the opportunity to be with Jonah—not set in stone, but there was a possibility. I look at my son and I had feeling of hope that we would be okay.

I just really hoped that I was right about that.

So a little prologue into the story. :) I decided to write this up today—I guess it's a good way to spend a sick day. Anyway…Let me know what you think, if there is anything you would like to see. Artie will be coming in soon—as this is a Wildebrams story—along with the OCs :)

So this is a little background on Kitty's life—so it could lead into the present time of the story. She got pregnant in college—which is how Jonah comes in. Kitty will be a teacher, just not at Jonah's school, and she and Jonah will still be living with Marley.

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