There is a fundamental difference between a mistake and a sin. It would be a mistake if, for example, a leading high-school athlete became pregnant. It would be a mistake if an aspiring teenaged artist impregnated another teen with his seed. But if the pregnancy was the result of an incestuous affair, then that wasn't just a mistake.

It was a sin, and whatever the pregnancy produced would be, now and forever, a sin.

So that is what Lacy Loud, the daughter of Lincoln and Lynn Loud, was. A sin. An abomination. A deviant. A… thing.

For the most part, though, she had never interacted with those labels. After the news of who impregnated her mother broke out, the two fled from their home, from the family that once wanted nothing but the best for them, and into a life on their own. They found cheap work, and slowly built up from there. Her father had managed to sell some of his artwork (under a false name, of course) and her mother worked long hours between part time jobs, rushing from one place to another. The two managed to scrabble together enough to provide for their daughter, who they both cared for lovingly. They had sinned, they realized, but the poor girl had no part in it.

So they did their best to raise her with love and care. They smiled when she came home with her report card, no matter what grades were on it. When she started showing a little interest in sports, her mother practically squealed with joy, and rubbed it in her father's face. "I told you she took more after me," she said with glee.

They raised her with love and care for the first 12 years of Lacy's life.

Of course, it was only 12 years.

Perhaps it was divine punishment, Lacy thought, as she was being driven to her new home, that took her parents from her. Perhaps the sin Lincoln and Lynn committed was so severe that the only way it could be erased was with the car crash that ended their lives, leaving Lacy in the hands of… her…

Her grandmother, Rita. A woman who Lynn and Lincoln had nothing positive to say about. "Stay away from her, Lacy," they instructed her, "We don't know what she would do to you if she saw you again."

But her parents were gone now, so there was no one protect her from being taken in by Rita Loud. Of course, taken in was probably a wrong term. Being forced onto her was better. She remembered how her grandmother had shouted that she 'wanted nothing to do with that failed abortion.'

"Aunt Leni?"

The driver turned her head a bit, to the rearview mirror. 'What is it, sweetie?"

"Does Granma hate me?"

Leni gave a soft sigh. She wanted to lie to the poor girl, but there was no point in hiding it. "Lacy," she started softly, "she has… problems with you. She hates what your parents did to us, to our normal lives, and… she may take that out on you. But believe me, everything will be fine. She'll take care of you; feed you, clothe you, send you to school. And maybe," Leni sighed again, "She'll start loving you," she finished with a tone that showed she didn't even believe that last part herself.

Lacy nodded and looked to the ground, a bit depressed by that news. 'What about… everyone else? Aside from you, Aunt Leni, no one seems to ever want to see me."

"It's the same thing, Lacy. Your parents did us to much damage."

"Then how come you don't hate me, Aunt Leni?"

Lacy saw her aunt's mouth quiver slightly. "Because, dear, you're a beautiful girl, just like any other. You shouldn't be judged by something you couldn't control. And because you are family, Lacy, and I was always taught that family came first. And because," Leni choked a bit, and Lacy saw a few tears leave her eyes, "You remind me of… Lynn and Linky…"

Leni sniffled loudly, and wiped some of the tears from her eyes. Lacy knew to stay quiet now; she forgot that, for as much as her parents had separated from their family, they were still family nonetheless, and it was no doubt tragic for them to learn that their brother and sister had been killed.

Suddenly, the car stopped. Leni put the car into park mode, and got out of the vehicle, and went to the side of the car to open it for Lacy. "We're here," said Leni, as she pointed to a large green home, "Lacy Loud, welcome to the Loud House."

Welcome, everyone, to my first official LH fanfic. This story was inspired by a short fic about Lacy titled "Lacy is for Suffering." It was realistic but had a really depressing ending, so I wanted to write a story for Lacy that is still sad and realistic, but has a better message of acceptance.

The reason that this story is pretty short is because I wanted to give out a "test-product," to see if people wanted more. I know that people hate the love-children, after all…

So please, tell me if you would like to see me continue, and feel free to make any suggestions/constructive criticism.