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Mikayla's POV
"What the hell are you doing here?" I say as I open the door.
"What the hell is he doing here, Mikayla!" My mon responds as she points to my little brother. His hands are locked behind my head and his little legs are wrapped tightly around my waist. The minute the door opened to reveal my mom, he dug his head into the crook of my neck.
"He ran away from home you idiot," I tell her. She let's herself in and I close the door behind her.
"Give him to me." She says as she places her hands on him to take him but he locks up even more against me. My mom struggles to get him off and he begins to cry.
"Mickey." He cries into my ear.
"Mom, don't touch him!" I say as I step back into Mithie's waiting arms. She holds me back and my mom grows furious.
"Give him to me, Mikayla." She yells.
"Get out of my house." I say. "I'm not giving him to you, you're abusing him."
"A smack for bad behavior is not abuse. If you want to be a mature parent you're going to have to learn that." She says.
"I'm not laying a hand on my child like you did to me." I say to her growing angry. "There's better punishments than that, bitch. Justin is not going to put up with the same things I did and neither is my baby."
"He's my son and I will discipline him how I choose." She says. "Now give him to me so we can go home. I didn't drive here four hours to get parenting advice from your irresponsible ass."
"I'm going to be a better parent to this baby than you ever were so I suggest you shut the hell up and get out of this house right now." I tell her. I can be a better parent than her with my eyes closed.
"Give me my son." She says. She steps closer and tries again, pushing me a little in the process. I turn around and lean down to put him on the ground.
"Excuse me, don't touch her like that." Mitchie tells my mom as I struggle to put my brother down.
"She's my daughter I can do whatever I want, stay out of this." My mom bitches back.
"Well she's my girlfriend and she's carrying MY baby so you better watch it." Mitchie says growing a little angry.
"Go to my room, Jay." I tell him as I put him down. He's hesitant at first but Mitchie helps me get him off.
"No Mickey!" He cries.
I stand back up and look at my mom, she has fury in her eyes. I feel Justin wrap his little arms around my leg, protecting himself behind me. Mitchie stands by my side, watching carefully for me.
"You have three seconds to give Justin to me or I swear I will..." She began to threaten me but Mitchie brought up her hand, motioning my mom to stop talking.
"Or what?" She asks her. My mom looks at Mitchie like she's dirt and then looks back at me.
"Three." She begins to count. "Two." She says looking down at my leg where my brother's grip is tightening at the countdown.
"One." She says as she steps closer and smacks me in the face. I didn't expect her to do that but a sting burned through my cheek as she removes her hand. "I said, give him to me."
"Don't you fucking touch her." Mitchie says as she blows up. She steps between the two of us and pushes my mom back.
"Get off of me you disgusting little mutt!" My mom says as she tries to push my girlfriend off of her. Mitchie let's go and sticks her finger in front of my moms face.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on her like that." She says through her teeth. "You are scum you know that, how dare you slap her when she's pregnant!"
"I want my son!" My mom yells almost a the top of her lungs.
"Get out of my house!" I say as I keep my hand on the place she slapped. Same cheek as last time too. "Get out before I call the police on you, bitch."
"You wouldn't dare." She says. My mom has had a little trouble with the law and if I call, she can be in bigger shit.
"You know I will." I say. "Go home! Justin is staying here for the time being."
"My lawyer will hear about this." She says.
"You'll be hearing from mine." I tell her. The perks of being rich, I can have a lawyer whenever I want and he's a family friend who hates my mother!
"Good luck getting anything your way you poor irresponsible idiot." She says to me.
Mitchie let's her go and she storms off towards the door. The door slams hard behind her as she leaves and I feel Justin release his grip. I turn around and pick him back up, his eyes super watery.
"I'm scared." He cries as I wrap my arms around him.
"Don't be, baby, I'm here for you." I tell him. My parents had hit him a few times before and I was always there to soothe him. He'd come into my room and I'd let him sleep with me, watching him sleep peacefully. Like any other siblings I find him to be annoying but that's just because he's four. I still love him to death and I'd still do anything to protect him.
"Babe, let me see your face." Mitchie asks as she places her hands on my face and lifts it up. She examines the place where my mom slapped me. "It's going to leave a mark." She says.
"Um, I think I'm going to go." Harper says from her seat in the dining room. I completely forgot she was here.
"Harp, I'm so sorry you had to see that." I say to her.
"No, it's okay you know I've seen worse." She says.
"Worse?" Mitchie asks.
"I'll tell you about it when we go to bed, okay? Right now I need to have a talk with Justin and get him a bath. You don't mind if he stays tonight?" I ask.
"No problem at all baby." She says. "Harper, you can stay here tonight as well if you need to. We have room here in the living room we can make a bed out of the couch."
"Really?" Harper asks.
"Yes, that's fine." Mitchie says.
"Thanks baby." I say to her as I kiss her cheek.
"Don't mention it, Mik. I'm going to fix up some dinner and you go do what you need to do."
I nod and make my way over to the room. Before talking with my brother, I help him take a bath and then dress him in only his underwear. When he's done, he runs over to my bed and lays out.
"Can I stay?" He asks me with his blue eyes lighting up at me.
"Of course you can, little man." I say to him.
"I miss you so much." He says. "I love you."
My heart melts at his words, he never really says that to me. "I love you too, Jay, more than you know." I tell him.
"I'm going to go have dinner with Mitch and Harp, do you want anything?" I ask.
"No, I'm tired." He says.
"Okay, Justin... One more thing." I say.
"Yes, Mickey."
"Since I left, how many times did mama hit you?" I ask.
"Whenever I would ask for you." He says.
"When would you ask for me?" I ask him.
"Everyday." He says.
"Okay, goodnight baby." I tell him as I kiss his forehead.
I turn off the lights to my room and close the door enough to leave a little hole so I can check up on him. I return to the kitchen where Mitchie is finishing up dinner.
"He okay?" She asks.
"No, he's still a little shaken up but he's sleeping." I tell her as I wrap my arms behind her and rest my head on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" She asks me.
"Not really, no. I'm pissed." I say.
She shifts herself beneath me so she can face me. "It's going to be okay, baby." She says as she hugs me, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.
After that, the two of us ate dinner with Harper, discussing everything but what happened earlier. We tell her about our jobs and the doctors appointment but we don't mention my brother and my mother. I save that conversations for later.
...
"Long ass day." Mitchie says as we enter our bedroom.
"Tell me about it." I say. "It was a good day at first though. We're having a baby boy." I smile.
"Our little boy." She says as she kisses my lips gently.
We change out of our day clothes and into our regular oversized t-shirts. I inch up towards the bed and find my brother laying in the center. I lay down on my side and Mitchie lays down on hers.
"Mickey?" Justin asks as my head hits the pillow. His voice sounds tired but worried.
"Yeah, I'm here Justin. Go back to sleep." I say as I begin to run my fingers through his soft hair, helping him fall back asleep.
"So uh, what are we going to do?" Mitchie asks me after a moment of silence.
"I can't let him go back." I say to her.
"But he's their son." She says.
"He's my brother and I vowed to protect him." I say.
"But how? You can't just take a child away from his parents, they'll send you to court." She says.
"Not before I send them." I say. "Mitchie, I want to take over custody of my brother."
"Woah, what? Are you serious?" She asks. "How the hell will you manage that?"
"I'll go to court with them and I'm going to fight them for him. He's my little brother Mitchie, he means the world to me... of course I'm serious."
"But we can't afford a legal fight and we sure as hell can't raise two kids."
"Yes we can. I still have my inheritance money and if I beg hard enough I can get my grandma on my dad's side to help me out. She hates the living snot out of my mom and she adores Jay and I." I say.
"Okay, well what about the part where we have to raise your brother and our son." She says.
"We can manage, I've been taking care of him his whole life, he's low maintenance I promise." I say. "It will be a challenge at first but we can do it."
"This isn't a game baby, this is your brother's life. Are we suited to be his parents?" She asks.
"Are we suited to be this baby's parents?" I ask as I grab her hand and place it on my stomach.
"Yes." She says.
"Then we can raise my brother too. He's four but he's a smart kid and he needs me. You love me right?" I ask her.
"Is that even a question?"
"And you'd do anything to protect me?"
"Anything. I'd take a bullet for you." She says.
"Say someone took me away from you right now and I needed you, what would you do?"
"I'd search for you and i'd fight to get you back." she says.
"That's exactly what I want to do for my brother. I love him and I want to protect him so I will fight for him." I say. "But baby, I can't do it alone."
"This is too much to take on, Kayla." She says.
"I can't bear to see him suffering, Mitchie." I say. "We can do this."
"Okay, only because I know this means a lot to you." She says. "We'll fight for him."
"Thank you baby, I love you to death." I say.
"I love you too, but how are we going to go about this?" She asks.
"Well before we do anything I need to go visit my grandma. Luckily she lives about thirty minutes from Stratford. I need to tell her about me being pregnant and then we can bring up the idea to her. She really doesn't like my mom and if we bring up a good case, she'll help us." I say.
"Is she going to be okay with the whole you bein pregnant?" she asks.
"She won't really care, she'll be more worried about what's going to happen to Justin. She'll help us fight in court and she can even help us financially."
"That's if we win custody though, right?"
"Right." I say.
"Mikayla, what did Harper mean when she said she's seen worse?"
"Harper has been my bet friend for years and she's practically seen every flaw that my family has. She's seen me at my worst and she's seen my parents at their worst. My dad hardly lives at home, he's always working so he never really cared for either of us. My mom spends my dads money on shopping, yoga lessons and drugs. She's kind of addicted to prescription drugs and Harper has seen her."
"Wow, she is?" Mitchie asks. "Baby, why didn't you ever share this information with me?"
"Because I didn't want you to look at me differently." I say.
"Why would I ever? I know you and your parents are super different."
"But it's embarrassing."
"I've seen you do embarrassing things baby, I don't care."
"Well, anyway, my mom is a real nutcase. She's gotten in trouble with the law before for a DUI once. I think this will all help my case if I take her to court. Harper can always be a witness, she's seen it all including my mom slapping me and Justin."
"She used to hit you too?"
"When I was younger yeah, for the stupidest things. I learned to just face it but my little brother doesn't deserve it."
"You don't either." She says as she reaches over Justin and moves a hair back. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay babe, it's the past." I say. "Let's get some rest though. Can we go to my grandma's tomorrow?"
"Yeah, of course. If you're serious about taking Justin fro your parents then we will go."
"I love you so much, Mitchie." I say as I lean over and peck her lips. "You're truly the best."
"Just trying to make my girl happy." She says with a laugh. Even in the darkness of the room I can see her beautiful smile.
"Don't worry about not being able to handle it... I always find a way." I say.
I lay back down onto my side and stare at my little brother. He's peacefully sleeping between us, lighty snoring.
"Poor thing, he's so tired." I whisper.
"It's been a hard day for him." She says.
"You know if we win this, he can be our practice." I say. "Before Emory."
"You're right." She says. "Goodnight babe, sweet dreams."
"You too, Mitch. Goodnight." I say as I bring my arm around my brother and doze off to sleep.
This may be a little unrealistic but I think poor Justin deserves better parents than what he and Mikayla have. What do you think? Will M&M get custody? REVIEW! :)