"Bree!!" My mum had screamed. She must've seen Aubree. I was worried. What was she going to say? Please don't let this be bad.. I really did not have any more tolerance for being yelled at. I knew it was going to happen lots anyways. I ran downstairs, only to see Mum in the kitchen with grocery bags, staring at a screaming Aubree in her seat carrier on the island in the kitchen.

"Aubree!" Michael exclaimed, running to her and picking her up to cradle her in his arms. He was such an adorable dad. He soothed her, calming her down before my mum began to talk.

"Bree.. Please tell me that's another project," she begged, knowing that Aubree wasn't another project.

"It's not. And you're a grandma," I smiled at her, messing with Aubree's onesie. Mum's mouth dropped. She shook her head.

"Oh my-" she stopped.

"And Michael and I aren't dating.." I quietly said, not wanting to admit that to her. I knew her reaction wasn't going to be the best.

"What?" She was furious, but little did I know at that moment, that wasn't the worst of it.

"We're friends with benefits," Michael cut in. I'm glad he did, because I didn't want to be the one who said it, especially because of how mad my mum got.

"WHAT!?" Mum yelled, and Aubree screamed, crying. Michael comforted her, trying to get her to stop screaming.

"You were not pregnant!" Mum was confused and mad. Everyone thinks you have to have a baby bump to be pregnant.

"I was carrying farther back.." I explained.

"Oh my god, Bree! And what about you not dating Michael? Being friends with benefits? You're only friends for the sex?" She brought it back to that.

"No, mum, we're friends for other reasons too.." I told her, "we've been best friends for a while now for lots of reasons."

"But there is a lot of sex.." Michael added.

"Shut up, Mikey.." I murmured.

"Bree Elizabeth!" Mum scolded.

"I'm sorry mum!" I ran off, crying. It had been such a long day.

Michael came after me, slower because he had Aubree. I had locked myself in my room. He knocked on the door. I just couldn't talk at the moment. There was so much stuff going on in one day. Not getting much sleep didn't help either. I grabbed my pillow and cried into it.

*Anna's POV*

I couldn't believe what was happening. Bree and Michael had a child out of nowhere? I didn't even know that Bree was pregnant, but neither did she. The news came in such a shock to me. They also weren't dating.. They were friends with benefits, friends that had sex with each other. She had lied to me. I felt like I came off a little harsh, but I was just frustrated, surprised, annoyed, and so many things all at once. I don't mind being a grandma, but the fact that Bree is a mum at seventeen with her best friend just seems messed up.

Honestly, I knew I would enjoy being a grandma. Aubree was beautiful. She had two amazing parents. The only thing I didn't like about them having a child was the fact that they were seventeen and that they weren't married (they weren't even dating, for that matter). I thought they would make great parents, no matter their age, though. I needed to make sure Bree and Michael knew that. Bree had run off crying, so I had really upset her. I'll give them some time alone to talk before I go up to Bree's room to talk to her.

*Bree's POV*

I understand that Michael and I made a mistake, many mistakes, but my mum didn't have to freak out and yell at me. My hormones were going crazy at the moment as well, which didn't help.

I still had to tell my dad tonight. I didn't know how he was going to react. I really hoped it would be okay, not terrible. But who am I kidding? His reaction is going to be the worst, especially since I'm his first daughter, his baby girl. My dad and I are so close.

He is probably going to scream. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I needed Michael right now. To talk, to cry, and just for him to make me feel better. He was still at the door, knocking occasionally, so I opened the door for him.

*Michael's POV*

I placed Aubree in her playpen since she had calmed down a little, and also so that Bree and I could have a little alone time. I knocked on her door. She didn't answer. Was she ignoring me?

"Bree, let me in!" I begged.

Soon, she unlocked the door, and she was crying. I walked in and hugged her, nonstop. I didn't like seeing her like this.

"Shh.." I whispered to her. She cried into my chest.

"My dad is going to be so mad, it'll be worse than mum's," she hiccuped.

"Don't worry about that."

"How can I not? We're so close," she cried harder.

"Bree.. No, no.. Don't cry. You'll be fine. I promise. It doesn't matter what happened or what will happen," I told her, "we shouldn't care what your mum says, or what your dad will say. Because no matter what.."

My voice turned to a whisper in her ear, "I love you.."

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And I thought this was going to be really short.. 903 words lol

-Lizzie xx