A/N: Hey guys, so first of all, I'd just like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews! You guys made me so excited to keep posting this. I planned on updating last night but I was really busy and didn't get the chance. Hopefully, I'll get to update weekly. This chapter is basically just a filler, I wanted to show how much work Sam had to undertake by becoming a mother and how many sacrifices she had to make for Lilly. The next few chapters will get further into the plot. So anyway, not trying to bore you guys, I'd really appreciate it if you guys would review after reading. I love getting input on my work and I wanna see that you guys are enjoying it. Also thanks for the almost 300 reads by the way! You guys rock!

Chapter 2:

I wake up to Lillian crying. I hurry out of bed and into her nursery in the next room. "Good Morning Lilly!", I cheerfully say, watching as my daughter's expression changes from sad, to excited to see her mommy.

She raises her little arms, clearly wanting me to pick her up. I giggle at the adorable sight of my daughter as I oblige to her wants, picking her up and hugging her tightly in my arms. I kiss her little forehead, giggling softly. Lilly can't yet stand up or even crawl, but she can sit up on her own.

I carry her out to the kitchen, where I carefully place her in her high chair and make sure she's securely locked in. I head to the fridge to grab some of her strained baby food. I'm still breast feeding her, but not nearly as much as I used to. I've been trying to slowly wean her off of breast milk because I planned on stopping after she was 6-months-old. I grab the baby food and a little baby spoon from one of the kitchen drawers. I open the baby food jar, and sit down on a bar stool next to Lilly. I begin to feed her, cooing to her as she eats. She giggles happily and messily eats the strained peaches I feed her.

"Are you hungry Lilly? Do you like your peaches baby?", I coo. She continues eating. When she's finished up with all of her food, I clean her up and place her in her bouncer in front of the TV. I turn it on for her and put on "The Wagga Fuffles".

I walk back into the kitchen and grab a bowl and fill it with cereal and milk for myself. I watch Lilly from the kitchen as I eat. When I'm done, I quickly do the dishes and check my babysitting schedule for the day. I was babysitting 2 kids this morning and 3 kids tonight. Lilly and I had 2 hours until 10, which was when Carlo and Peyton were coming.

I go into my room and quickly change, heading back out to the living room to get Lilly. I bring her back to her nursery, change her diaper, and get her dressed for the day. I decided to take her for a quick walk in the park. It's exercise for me(even though I HATE exercise) and it's good for Lilly to get some sunlight. I've been taking her for walks around the park a lot lately and she really seems to enjoy them.

After Lilly and I get back from the park, I only have 15 minutes before the kids arrive. I do a quick check to make sure everything is child safe. The 2 kids I'm babysitting are 5, so Cat INSISTS that I child proof everything. I'll eventually have to childproof the whole apartment for my own baby, bit I'm waiting until she gets a little older so I don't have to think about how quickly she's growing up.

The doorbell sounds and I go answer it, collecting Carlo and Peyton from their mother. "Okay guys, so I left out some toys for you and if you're hungry just let me know. We can either eat here or go out to lunch, whatever you guys wanna do.", I tell the kids.

They pick up some of the toys and start playing with them. Just then, my phone rings. I see that it's Cat calling me and I quickly grab my phone. "Okay guys I'll be right Back, I just need to talk to someone on the phone.", I say to the kids as I head into my room.

"Hey Cat! What's up?", I say answering my phone.

"Hiiiiiiii Sam! I was just wondering since I'm gone, if you could keep a lookout for my mail? I'm waiting for my college acceptance letters.", Cat answers.

"Oh yeah sure, I actually forgot about those. . . . Well okay. Do you want me to open them and tell you if you got in? Or can I just wait and we can open them together if you want.", I reply.

"Ummmm yeah, wait til I get home. I'll be home in 3 days.", Cat says.

"Yeah I know.", I chuckle. "Okay well we'll see you on Tuesday then.", I respond.

"Ahaha okay byeeeeeeee.", she says hanging up the phone.

I head back out to the living room to find Carlo and Peyton, beating each other with derf guns. "Nooooo guys! Stop! Stop it! That's enough!"

They continue hitting each other. "I said that's enough!", I yell grabbing the guns away from the children. "We do not hit each other with guns.", I that say placing the derf guns down on the kitchen counter, out of reach for them.

"Now do you guys wanna go eat or something?", I ask.

After a boring morning of babysitting, I had more babysitting to look forward to. Dice had called me just after Carlo and Peyton left and asked me to babysit Opie as well as the three kids because he had to suddenly leave the country with his mom and Aunt Firgene for unknown reasons. He brought the dog over and I put him in Cat's and my room as I took Lilly and the 3 children I was babysitting out to Bot's for dinner.

After we returned back to the apartment, the kids were pure torture to keep up after. I have to chase them around the apartment on several occasions to get them to put Cat's and my stuff down that they were throwing around. I put Lilly down for her daily nap but they were so loud that they kept waking her up. I was getting so frustrated with them that I was literally counting down the hours left until they could leave.

I let Opie run around the house, but soon learned that that was a bad idea as well, as the children kept pulling his tail and trying to hurt him. He got mad and growled at them, and I immediately put him back in my room to avoid more trouble. Lilly kept waking up and crying, so I put her out in the living room in her bouncer to watch the TV. Finally, the kids' mother comes to get them.

"Okay kids, go wait by the car.", the mother says as she comes into the apartment to pay me.

"Nice apartment.", she says making conversation as she wrote out a check.

"Thanks.", I reply.

"Here you go.", she says ripping the check out of her checkbook and handing it to me.

As I take the check from her, she notices Lilly, now asleep in her bouncer. The poor kid must be so exhausted!

"Aww what a cute little baby!", the mother exclaims. "Are you babysitting her too?"

"Um no. She's mine.", I answer.

"Oh", she simply responds.

"Something the matter?", I ask her.

"Well no, I just think that it's unprofessional of anyone of your age to have children of their own while working with other children. It sets a bad example for them.", she replies nastily. "I mean you're what? 19? Highly inappropriate if you ask me."

"Well, thank you for your input on that. It's not like I haven't heard those same exact comments before. But I appreciate it. You know what really bugs me about judgmental people like you? The fact that they know nothing. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. I'm not some irresponsible teenage girl who would kill her baby, leave it in a box on the side of the road, or put it up for adoption just so she doesn't have to take care of it. I love my daughter, and I have made so many sacrifices to take care of her. But you know what? If I had a choice, I would do it all over again. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life before. But Lilly's the best mistake I ever made. So I'll take all the hurtful comments, glances, and any criticism anyone will give me; just as long as I have her.", I say.

The woman simply rolls her eyes at me, mumbling something about 'stupid teenagers', and left the apartment. I couldn't say that all the hurtful comments didn't hurt, because they did. Even being a Puckett, those comments still feel like I'm being backed over with a truck, but I try to ignore them as best I can because I always remind myself that if I didn't get the hurtful comments, that would mean that I didn't have Lilly.

I walk over to the living room area, shut the TV off, and gently pick my sleeping Lilly up and carry her off to bed. I kiss her forehead as I lay her in her crib and whisper "Mommy loves you no matter what." With one last glance at my daughter, I turn around and exit the nursery. I head off to take a shower and go to bed.