My Childs Father

Six years ago Brittany gave birth to a beautiful little boy and decides to live out her life in suburban bliss. So what does a twenty five year old ex-convict have anything to do with it? G!P

Another idea popped inside my head and once again I had to at least get one chapter down or it would be bugging me all day. Hope you like it!

Chapter One

Samuel Isaac Pierce was his mothers pride and joy. He was the most precious thing in the world if you asked his mother. To her Samuel was the most wonderful son in the whole wide world. But to others he was a menace.

For someone who was the spitting image of what was probably the sweetest and nicest person in the world the boy was practically the devil in disguise. They neighbors couldn't stand him, the older kids respected him, the neighborhood pets ran away from him, and the police already had the boys profile in their system.

The boy had charges ranging from graffiti, burglary, assault, trespassing, forgery, and many more and he wasn't even five yet. He had been kicked out of countless daycares, pre-schools, and after school programs.

His mother tried everything from counseling, grounding, begging, and anything the countless parenting books on her shelf had told her to do but nothing worked. Samuel was still getting into trouble probably more than he ever had before and she was at her wits end.

Not only was she tired of his behavior but the town was as well. They had told her that if the boy didn't straighten up soon then she would have to move some where else. She wasn't rich and hardly made enough money to pay for the clothes on her back so she couldn't just move to some new place and start a brand new life.

Lima was her home. She was born and raised in the small town. She loved this town and she was sure everybody loved her and sure her son was trouble but she didn't think it was serious enough to get her thrown out of the place she had called home for the past twenty-five years of her life.

Her parents had left her their house in the will and she didn't want to imagine what they would say if they were ever to find out that their house was likely to be seize by the town because of their grandsons criminal actions.

They had spoiled little Samuel when he was a baby. Making sure the boy got everything he ever could desire in the world even if it meant that they themselves had to make some sacrifices to do so. Her parents were always like that willing to give anything and everything they ever had to support her or and her sister.

That's why it was no surprise when she got the house in her parents will. Her Mom and Dad knew how much she struggled as a single parent to a newborn baby even though she desperately tried to hide it from them.

She didn't want her parents to know that there were someday she went without food because she had to pay for diapers or buy formula. Or that she had been fired from her job because she had to take care of Samuel. Or that she spent all night crying her-self to sleep everyday of the week. Or that she was diagnosed with postpartum depression a few months after she gave birth to Sammie.

But they somehow knew what she was going on. They would always offer to watch Sam and her mother even set her up with a therapist and she couldn't remember all the times she had struggled to gather up enough money to pay for the rent or bills only to find out that they were already paid for.

Even as a twenty year old single mother her parents still looked after her like she was living at home. She loved and admired everything they did for her because even when she made mistakes like giving birth to a son at the age of twenty out of wedlock they were still their for her.

But now she wished that they were there for her like before. She needed her father's knowledgeable advice and her mother's kind words to get her through this. She was in danger of being kicked out of her families home the place she and her sister grew up in.

"I think its time you called her Britt" Quinn said sadly watching her sister softly cry. She knew her nephew was a handful, but would have never thought her was bad enough that the two would actually be evicted.

"I can't Quinn" Brittany sighed. "It's been years" she added wiping her face. They both had avoided this conversation for years and today out of all days wasn't the time to bring it back up.

"I know you don't want to tell her, but you need help" Quinn replied sitting down on the couch wrapping her arms around her sister. Brittany had been raising Samuel almost on her own for six years and it was time she got a break.

She couldn't remember the last time she seen the blonde girl smile or laugh on her own. It saddens her to know that her younger sister the girl she had sworn to protect when she was a little girl walk around with the weight on her shoulders. Brittany had generously gave up her dreams and goals to raise her son and it wasn't fair that she had made sacrifices while Sammie's father didn't even bother to pick up the phone to check up on them.

It was time Brittany started being selfish in her opinion and demanding that Samuels father stepped up to the plate or at least paid child support.

"Quinn I can't" Brittany whispered. "I'm not going to put Sammie through that" she added. When she found out she was pregnant she promised to protect her son from anything that would hurt him and it was sad to say that the boys father would likely end up doing that.

"I know Brittany but you can't keep doing this to yourself or Sammie" Quinn sighed. "I'm afraid that one day it will all get too much for you and you will end up hurting yourself or worse".

"Worse?" Brittany repeated looking up at her older sister in shock. "What do you mean by worse Quinn! Because if you think that I would ever hurt Sam then your wrong!" she yelled. "I love my son with everything I am and would never harm a hair on his head!" she yelled getting off the couch. The audacity of her sister to even think she would put her child in danger or even cause danger to her own son was sickening.

"I don't mean it like that Britt" Quinn sighed seeing the girl gets all worked up. She knew how protective her sister was about her nephew, but she still had her worries. A person could only be pushed so far before they ended up snapping and she didn't want Brittany to ever get to that point.

"I'm sure Quinn just meant that she didn't want you to get hurt which would hurt Sam" Rachel said coming to save her wife with what would probably have been a huge knock down fight between the fiery blondes.

She had been married to Quinn for the past three years but she had known the Pierce's since she was a little girl and her family had moved across the street from them. They practically grew up together as siblings so she knew both of them inside and out.

Though the two were close they both had a fiery temper and were stubborn as hell. She could count on one hand how many times the two had been at each others throats, but she could also remember how vicious and mean they got when they were fighting.

It was like the sweet angelic Brittany turned into the devil and the sweet but sometimes bitchy Quinn had turned into a demonic being that had the same vicious passion that the devil had.

"Thank you Rachel although I don't need your help" Quinn huffed crossing her arms over her chest. Rachel rolled her eyes at her blonde wife both of them knowing that if it wasn't for her then the two girls would be fired up ready to scream and yell at each other till their voices were raw and probably still keep going at it.

"Alright Quinn" Rachel shrugged. She had learned over her years of being with the girl that it was better to just shrug off certain (most) things or end up in a hellish fight. This would only leave her sleeping on the couch or renting a hotel until the fiery blonde calm down.

"Look I'm not calling Sammie's father" Brittany said.

"Brit I know you don't like her and trust me I understand because I don't like her either, but you need this" Rachel replied. "Sammie needs his dad and you need some time to yourself" she added.

Sammie's father was never spoken of around either blondes and spoken less around Rachel. Though the blondes had every reason to hate and bash Samuels father no one quite understood why Rachel did as well seeing as Samuels dad was her older sister.

Rachel and Santana Lopez were not that close when they were growing up. Mainly because while Rachel was the shy nerd in school her older sister was the popular badass that everyone just loved and adored.

It wasn't until the two started dating the Pierces daughters did they grow close and actually appear to be like siblings. Rachel got picked on less and less to her enjoyment and Santana started to actually behave.

But all that was ruined when her sister split after finding out her girlfriend of three years was pregnant with her child leaving only to end up in jail two months later for possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute(selling drugs).

What made Rachel mad was not that her only sibling had ended up in jail. No, what pissed Rachel off was that her sister had left her pregnant girlfriend to fend for herself even after knowing how much their mother went through when she was trying to raise them as a single parent.

Her sister had basically disregard everything they saw and heard their mother go through as she worked two jobs sometimes even three to be able to put food on the table. Her sister had ignored the many months they spent in the hospital because their mother worked herself sick. Santana had up and left just two years after their mother's funeral because the women had slowly worked her to death trying to provide the better life for her kids even if it did kill her.

She not only hated her sister for leaving the blonde alone to raise their son but for breaking their mothers last dying wish.

Francine Lopez had made them promise her on their death bed that they would always be there for their families especially Santana since she knew of the Latinas sleeping habits. Both of them promised as sobs wracked their body that they would never do what their father did to her. They both watched as their mom took her last breath. Both of them listening as the machine slowly flat line and their mother left this world. They both desperately clung to each other as the hospital staff tried desperately to revive the women, and they both stood on that cold rainy Sunday saying their goodbyes to the women that had raised and taught them everything they knew.

To Rachel, Santana had disregarded their mother and everything she ever stood for, fought for, and believed in and that's why she couldn't stand to even hear her sister's name.

"Britt all were saying is that it's about time that Santana took some responsibility for once in her life" Quinn said her voice sharp when she spoke the women's name that had broken her sisters heart and abandon her little nephew.

Santana was the lowest of the low in her book and if she didn't think that her sister needed a break then she wouldn't have even thought about the women, but she had no choice. Brittany needed a break and both she and Rachel were too busy in their careers to offer anymore than what they were doing now. None of the local baby-sitters would take Sammie, there were no more daycares willing to take him, and the nannies avoided the house like it was the plague. They were simply out of options and this was the only semi-logical one they could come up with.

"How am I going to explain to Sammie that his father is not only a girl, but that she also left us six years ago. Only to get caught selling drugs?" she asked.

"Like that" Rachel said. "But you might want to try not to mention drugs to a six year old unless you want to end up in jail for child added" she added almost like an after thought.

"Look Brittany was not saying that you have to hand your child over to the women" Quinn said. "Were just saying that it might help if you had an extra hand to raise Sammie" she explained.

"Preferably one that gets out of jail in two weeks" Rachel added. Her sister was finally being released after doing her originally five year sentence that turned into six when the Latina got into a fight with a cell mate of hers.

They were all nervous about the news that the Latina was getting out especially Brittany. Santana was the blondes first and only love when they were growing up. They were practically attached by the hip as kids and everyone knew that whenever you saw one you were bound to find the other one.

That's why no one batted an eyelash when the two started dating. Mainly because everyone was scared of what Santana would do and the rest had thought they were already together and them dating was old news.

The whole town had witnessed the Pierce's and Lopez's love lives. This meant that they also witnessed the older Lopez breaks the heart of the youngest Pierce leaving her pregnant and confused.

Needless to say the whole town was on edge about Santana's upcoming arrival. Not only would it light the rumor mill on fire for the old ladies at the beauty salon or become a common topic for the men on the golf course but it would also hopefully answer some questions that were left behind when the raven haired girl had bolted.

Everyone in town wanted to know why the girl was selling drugs? What did she do in jail? Why did she leave Brittany? What was she going to do now that she was out? In two weeks small town Lima, Ohio was about to seem a whole lot bigger once Santana Lopez came riding in.

"Alright" Brittany sighed with a small nod of her head. "When she gets back I'll tell her of Sammie" she planned.

"That's my girl" Quinn grinned getting up and hugging her sister.

"Don't worry Brit everything will turn out good" Rachel promised although she herself doubted that. Lopez's were known to have a flare for dramatics and she was sure that life in Lima was about to turn into a full fledge soap opera.

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