It's a girl. Allison still couldn't believe it, yet she had already known for almost an hour. The smile on her dad's face was not nearly as big as the one on her own as she pictured a little girl running around in her front yard with brown hair and matching eyes, in a beautiful sundress as she was being chased by Scott. The scene played like a movie in her head, until she remembered that that would never actually happen, because her daughter would be in danger if she were to keep her. She had spent night after night debating herself about it, but in the end facts were facts. Her family were ruthless killers when it came to anything remotely supernatural, and her daughter and boyfriend were both of the supernatural world. She couldn't help, but start to hyperventilate at the thought of handing her baby to a random couple that her mother picked out for her. The couple had been trying for years to conceive a child, but when the woman found out that she wasn't able to bear children, they had started to consider adopting. Her mother thought it was perfect, but how could it be if she wasn't going to be with her and Scott. Oh Scott. Her heart clenched just thinking about him and the look he gave her when she told him she was giving their child up for adoption. Like her, he knew it was for the best, but he couldn't bare the thought of giving up his child that he had grown to love.

"Allison? ALLISON?" her dad yelled as he noticed her panicked state. He quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Allison, look at me." It took her a moment, but eventually her eyes met his. "Slow, deep breaths," he instructed. She followed his orders, and eventually her breathing had slowed down, and they were both able to relax. "Now, do you want to tell me what that was about? Because you had a large grin on your face, then all of a sudden, you started to hyperventilate."

Her lower lip started to quiver as tears filled her eyes and raced down her cheeks. "I can't dad," was all she could say through the tears.

"Can't what, Allison?"

Allison squeezed her eyes shut as she rubbed her hand across her eight-month pregnant stomach. "I can't give the baby up for adoption. I wanted to give her the best life possible, but I can't just give her away and never see her again. I don't want her to call someone else mom. I'm her mom, and I want to be the one to raise her." Allison wrapped her arms around herself as she braced for the impact of what her father was about to say. Surprisingly, instead of yelling, he put his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Okay," was all he said as he brushed her hair with his hand and kissed her head.

"I tried to, I just couldn't."

"It's okay. I'll help you. If you want to keep this baby, then I will be there to help in any way I can."

PRESENT DAY…

Weeks went by, and soon Scott and Allison were celebrating their daughter becoming five months old. Sadly, the morning did not go as planned, due to the fact that Kevin's mom called Allison and told her that Kevin threw up earlier that morning, so she couldn't bring Charlotte to her house.

"No, it's okay. I understand. I hope he feels better. Alright, bye." Allison threw the phone on her bed and sighed. She looked down at her daughter who was currently sitting on the floor while chewing on a teething ring and using her arms to help her balance. "Alright baby girl, I guess mama is going to stay home with you today. Let me just send a quick text to you daddy and then we can pack up and go to the park. How does that sound?"

Charlotte gurgled happily as she mirrored her mother's smile. Allison texted Scott that she couldn't meet up with him that morning, then lifted Charlotte and placed her on her hip. She made her way down the stairs and placed Charlotte in her bouncy chair before going to the fridge and packing a lunch for herself.

"Aren't you supposed to be leaving for school by now?" Kate asked as she slipped her jacket and boots on.

"The woman who usually watches Charlotte, can't today because her son is sick." Just then, Chris and Victoria made their way down the stairs and asked her the same question.

"The other single hore's kid is sick," Kate answered for her.

"Kate," her dad said with a warning tone. He then turned to Allison and said, "Well, we will all be out today, so you will have the house to yourselves."

Allison's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wait, all four of you?"

"Yes Allison," her grandfather said as he made his way down the stairs. "All four of us."

She tried to hide her happiness at the thought of spending the entire day with her daughter without being repeatedly hit with low blows about her being a single teenage mother.

Everyone, except Chris, went out the door quickly without saying another word about Allison, and she thought she had gotten away with just one snide remark this morning, but that bubble of hope was busted when she heard Kate whisper to her mother as they were getting into the car, "Honestly, I'm surprised she got this far in high school before dropping out. I give her another month."

It felt like a knife had stabbed through her chest at those words, and she couldn't help but let a tear slip down her cheek. Chris walked over and wiped the tear before it even made it to her chin, then he pulled her in for a hug. "Hey, you're doing good. I am very proud of you."

Allison's smile returned when he said that. Every time her family would make her feel like crap, her dad would swoop in and reassure her that she wasn't screwing up hers and Charlotte's lives. She pulled back and said, "I don't know if I can keep this up. I'm getting D's in three classes, and I have nothing above a B in the others. They're probably right. I should just drop out."

"Allison, look at me. You are incredible. You have been given a huge challenge, one that a lot cannot overcome, but I know you can. You can bring those grades up, and be there for your daughter. She needs her mother to have a high school degree, and a college one as well. Is it going to be difficult? Definitely. Is it going to get better? Yes. I promise you."

"Thanks dad."

An hour later, Allison was playing with her daughter on the floor, when she heard a knock. She groaned when she thought of who could it could be, but when she opened it, she was surprised to see it was someone completely unexpected.

"Scott? What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly.

"I came here to hang out with my two favorite girls, and before you ask, yes I asked my mom and she told me I could skip. Now, where is my daughter?" he asked as he walked past Allison into the room where Charlotte was sitting. When she noticed Scott, she grinned as she picked up her arms and waved them around, making her fall down face first.

"WAAAAAAHH," she cried until Scott scooped her up and bounced her against his chest.

"Shh, it's okay. Daddy's got you," he reassured her until she stopped crying and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Ahh, it looks like someone is ready for her nap," Allison said as she held out her arms for Charlotte.

"No, let me." Scott carried his daughter up the stairs and kissed her on her cheek before laying her down in her crib and pulling the blanket to her neck. "I love you."

He made his way back down the stairs quietly, but let out a small squeak sound when he felt Allison grab him by his shirt collar and kiss him.

He pulled back with a mischievous grin on his face. "Allison, do you think this is appropriate with our daughter upstairs?"

"I don't think Charlotte is who you should be worried about," they heard a voice being him say.