Emily stormed into the Embassy, her feet stomping along the marble in her flat shoes because the heeled boots she had started to hurt her back because of her pregnancy. She could hear her new family charging in after her, but the steam coming out of her ears was too much to have her be taken away from her task at hand.
"Ms. Emily?"
The sixteen year old spun around at the voice, her eyes smoldering. "Where are they?" she growled.
The butler who had been with Emily her entire life slowly pointed to the hallway behind him. "Your parents are in the study." Before she could run past him, he held his hand out. "Ms. Emily, I'm sorry but your parents have informed me that you are not allowed on the premises."
Emily's glaring eyes filled with tears. "I am going to see them, Benny. Do you hear me?"
The older man gave her a sad look before nodding his head. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Emily. I hope your baby grows up to be just like you."
The pregnant teenager did her best to hold her tears back before storming down the hallway, not even bothering to knock on the office doors before she entered. "How dare you?"
Elizabeth Prentiss looked up from the stack of files on her desk, taking the glasses from the bridge of her nose. "What are you doing here? Who let you in?"
"Who let me in? That's all you have to say?" She took her hand from Aaron's and marched up the mahogany desk, slamming the letter that she had received down on the wood. "What the hell is this?"
Emily's father hardened his eyes on the people who had come into the study behind his daughter.
Emily narrowed her eyes on the older version of herself and shoved the paper forward. "You kick me out of the house for getting pregnant and then you try and get custody of my baby? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Emi-"
"Who do you think you are?" she seethed. "This is my baby and my life you're messing with. Why are you doing this?"
Elizabeth straightened her shoulders, sitting back in her desk chair. "Frankly Emily, I do not believe you're a suitable fit for a mother."
The teenager scoffed. "And you are? Tell me mom, what are you going to do when the baby that you take from me grows up in your care, just like I did, gets pregnant, just like I did, and you kick them out? You're going to continue this cycle and ruin that baby's life just like you've ruined mine."
"I'd say you've ruined your mother and I's lives more than we have yours." Charles Prentiss walked toward the desk from where he had been standing near the window that overlooked the pool. "Do you see yourself? Pregnant at sixteen? Alone?"
Emily gestured to the family that had followed her into the Embassy. "I have people who actually care about me, unlike you two. All you care about are your jobs and how high your rank is while you never once thought about me. You told me I was a mistake!"
Elizabeth slipped her glasses back on, going back to reading the file she had opened prior to her daughter's arrival. "Just like that bastard inside of you."
Aaron forced himself to take a breath before stepping up behind his girlfriend and setting his hand to the small of her back. "Excuse me, but that is my child you're talking about and my girlfriend you're speaking to. I'm sorry that you obviously couldn't love Emily the way she needed you to, but that's why she turned to me. I love your daughter and we're having a baby together whether you like it or not, and it is not in your power to take this baby from us."
"Actually son, it is. If we see Emily as a potentially unfit parent, as her parents we're allowed to fight for custody."
The sixteen year old shook her head. "I can take care of this baby a million times better than either of you could," she whispered, gasping as she stared at the man she had called daddy for her entire life. "Please don't do this to me."