Jo sighed impatiently as Weston started to cry again. Today had been a particularly bad day, for both her and Weston. There was a lady that had come into the bookstore to buy a book for her granddaughter. This would have been fine, welcoming even, a few minutes of moving around in an otherwise motionless day behind the counter. If only the lady hadn't been a complete bitch.

It was days like this that made Jo hate whoever had come up with the saying "the customer is always correct." They had obviously never worked in a bookstore.

After she had dealt with the woman (who had managed to call her old in the first two minutes of conversation) she had gotten a call from the neighbor who had been watching Weston saying that he was running a fever and "she couldn't risk catching anything that might keep her from her date today." The only good part of the day was that she had managed to get off the phone before any details of her date where shared.

She did not need the reminder that Miss Prescott, who was 65 and had a humongous mole, had a date and she didn't. Being a single mom with two kids was time consuming.

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It was six before Jo managed to get Weston asleep. By this time Haley had come home and was sitting on the cardboard box that substituted as a cardboard box doing sixth grade math homework. Or she was supposed to be. Pulling a second cardboard box up to sit next to her, she discovered that instead of working with fractions, Haley had been drawing marine animals. Granted, they were very nice marine animals, but that wasn't the point. The point was that if she didn't get a B on the upcoming test, she was going to end up with a D for the second quarter of sixth grade math. At least she wasn't going to fail art.

"Haley, you have to work on math. If you don't then Mrs. Garnered is going to recommend that-

"I redo sixth grade math. I know." Her daughter interrupted, her feet doing an odd jittery tapping thing brought on from her inability to hold still. "And then I get grounded until I'm thirty."

"Just until you're eighteen. I'm not allowed to make you stay grounded after that."

Haley glared at her with dark green eyes, annoyed by her mom's attempted at a joke. When was the last time she had laughed at her jokes? Weston still laughed at her jokes. Three year olds were the best. Jo had her mouth open, to either point this out or offer to help Haley with the homework, when Weston started crying again.

Jo swore that her children bonded together to do exactly what she didn't want them to do at the same time. Sighing, she glanced at her daughter, who had taken her mother's distraction as a chance to start drawing again, before heading into the one other room in the trailer to pick her son up.

AN: Alright. Super-duper short. This is very obviously AU to the extreme. This is based off of an idea I had that was "What if Jo got pregnant in high school and didn't go to med school?" This is super short because I was thinking of doing a couple more oneshots centered on this idea and wanted to see if you guys liked it. If I do continue they will become longer and the rest of the Seattle Grace-Mercy west cast will make an appearance. Especially Alex! Review and tell me if this interest you! By the way, this is probably the one time I will openly ask for reviews.

Adios!