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A/N Just so you know, reviews are like candy...really good.

"Calliope, baby?"

At this I cried more because her saying baby only reminded me more that George wouldn't be here to raise this baby and that I would have to do this on my own. A single mother at sixteen, what a life.

"He's leaving me mom! He's leaving." I just couldn't get control of my mutinous tear ducts. "His foster father got a job all the way across the country. California, mom. What am I supposed to do? I am a sophomore in high school! I can't raise a baby, especially not by myself." By this point I was so upset I was screaming at her…well not at her and I hoped she knew that. Nattie just grabbed me. She held on tight and let me cry until I had nothing left. She sat on my bed while I sat in her lap, hiccoughing every once in a while from the previous crying. After I was sufficiently calmed down, my mom spoke.

"You're not alone baby. You are my daughter and I am behind you 100%. If you want to keep this baby, you will and I will support your decision. I will always be in your corner, Calliope, always." I don't think I could have loved any more than I did right now. I hugged her for a few minutes while a tear drop or two fell onto Nattie's green shirt.

The rest of the night progressed as it would have on any other day. Today we had dinner as a family which was very nice in my opinion. While we were eating, not much talking was going on.

"Can we talk after dinner, dad?" I asked. He looked stunned. Then I realized that I probably hadn't ever called him dad and I got nervous. "I uh I mean Mike."

"Dad is fine. Perfectly fine with me." I knew he wasn't lying because Mike had a smile on his face that spread from ear to ear. After that we all continued eating in a comfortable silence.

Once everyone was finished with their plates, I cleaned up so Natalie wouldn't have to. It may also have been to stall the conversation with my father. I needed some more time to come up with something suitable to say. Right now all I could think of was 'hey, guess what? I'm pregnant!' and I highly doubted that it would have gone over smoothly. When there was physically nothing left in the kitchen to clean, I went to the living room where my dad was reading a book. I sat down on the leather recliner opposite the couch he was using. He saw me there and put down the book. I took a deep breath and began.

"For starters, I am sorry. I know it was completely irresponsible and reckless of me to do. The repercussions will be my responsibility but what you decide happens to me is rather clear to me and I am okay with that now."

"Will you tell me what happened or should I guess?" I knew he was just joking because of the smile he had on.

"Dad, I'm two months pregnant." He looked shocked. "Everything previously stated still applies."

"Does your mother know?" he questioned, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah, she does." I was just waiting for him to blow up. Yell at me or tell me to leave, but it never happened. He slid over towards me and wrapped his arms around me. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. After the shock wore off a little, I returned the hug. We just sat there for a little bit.

"Don't get me wrong Dad, but I didn't think this would be your reaction" I was whispering at this point too.

"You're my daughter, what you do doesn't change that fact." That's when I started crying…again. I couldn't control it; I don't even think I wanted to control it.

"I love you so much." My voice was strained now. He pulled back from the hug and wiped the tears from my face. That's when I saw my mom leaning against the doorway out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at her and she too was wearing a teary eyed expression on her face. She walked over to the couch and we all just sat there in silence for a few minutes. Natalie turned to look at me and asked if I wanted to watch a movie. The night ended with the three of us watching Shrek, my mom on one side of me and my dad on the other. Before the movie could finish, I had fallen asleep with my head on my mom's shoulder. The last thing that I can remember from that night is my dad picking me up and carrying me to my bed.

A/N Yes I know most parents wouldn't react that way but this is my story and I shall do what I please . For all of those who are wondering, Arizona shows up in chapter 9 and is in pretty much the rest of the story. P.s. This may count as my weekend update…not sure yet.