-Eddison Sweet-

Patricia means the world to me. So I can't believe she had a baby by someone else. I mean I'm taking care of it like it's mine, just there's a feeling that someone took advantage of her. I still love Patricia and will always, but seeing the baby makes me angry at the father. I know it's not Melanie's fault or Patricia's just that pussy. He just walked out on her like that. Makes me mad, but makes me want to be more faithful to Patricia.

Melanie is the cutest baby I've ever seen, maybe because she looks alot like her mother. Patricia is enjoying Melanie alot. She thought I was going to be mad at her for getting pregnant. I was mad, but got over it. Instead of critisizing her and leaving I could help her and maybe one day we'll have our own bundle of joy. But Melanie's great.

"Who's the best daughter ever?" I asked. Melanie was kicking her chubby little legs. "Melanie is!"

"Da-da" she muttered looking up at me. I smiled and kissed her forehead. She accepts me as her dad but it isn't like she knows any different.

"Melanie, are you hungry?" Patricia called. Melanie started kicking her legs faster and making noises.

"Ya." she said. She talks well. She just turned one years old. I sat her down and she toddled to the kitchen.

Melanie is gorgeous. Silky black hair, eletric blue eyes and golden skin tone made her melt my heart. I love Melanie, even if she isn't technacally mine. She kicked off her socks and laughed at herself. I laughed too. Patricia came over and lifted her into the high chair. She ressited to go in but finally sat down. Yacker fed her pears and applesauce and she giggled as the yellow spoon went to and from her mouth. She grinned her mother and seemed not to have a care in world.

Melanie started banging her hands and tossed the bowl on the floor. I laughed while Patrica glared.

"Bad girl, Melanie." she said. Melanie pouted. The pouting turned into tears.

"She's just a kid, Patricia." I said picking Melanie up. She cried into me. Patricia just walked away. I sighed and bounced Melanie around. One thing about having Melanie is Patricia and I have different parenting styles. I like to spoil Melanie while Patricia is a little tougher about it. I don't know why she's so against it. She is spoiled.

"Melanie, it's ok baby. Stop crying." I begged.

"Da-da." she cried. I rubbed her back.

"I'll get you a toy. Whatever you want." I promised. She got a little quieter. I sat her down for a second. She reached her arms up for me. I put her in her coat and boots then put on my own jacket.

I took her my Chrysler and sat her in her car seat. I turned on the DVD player and put on some little kids show. Her crying just turned to whipering. I drove to some toy store she likes. I took her out of the car and inside. I sat her down on the ground but kept hold of her hand.

Melanie dragged me to dolls. She has an obsession with dolls. I don't understand.

"Another doll?" I asked. She reached for it. I took it to the checkout and paid for it. Melanie held the doll close.

We went back home and it was kinda dark outside. Patricia was waiting in the foyer. She looked angry. Melanie showed her the doll she got.

"Come on Melanie bed time." Patricia said picking her up. I kissed Melanie's forehead and she waved. Patricia took her to the nursery and I went to our bedroom. It's techially mine but we live together now. In my dad's house. Don't judge were still teens. Patricia came in.

"You bought her another toy? You're spoiling her Eddison! She's not turning into a spoiled brat!" She snapped at me.

"I'm simply caring for her. If you don't like the way I parent go find Melanie's real dad. Oh wait, he doesn't give a hot fuck about you or Melanie! I just want her to be happy and live her life with me supporting her. It's okay Patricia." I am mad on how she just worries so much about my parenting but forgets it's not my child.

"I'm sorry for snapping I just can't contain my anger against Jonas." She told the story about how Jonas left her with a child. I rubbed her side.

"It's ok. I'm sorry too." I am sorry but can't handle her fits of rage. I kissed her forehead which made her stare into my eyes. I kissed her lips this time.

I can't stay mad at her.