Early the next morning I had the weirdest feeling somebody was starring at me. I popped my eyes open and came face to face with my daughter’s brilliant green eyes, that made her look so much like her father. I looked down and she was perched on her father’s crotch. I held back a laugh and smiled kissing her forehead.

“Morning, sunshine,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow.

“Hi mommy,” she whispered, pointing at the sleeping form of her father.

“What time is it, baby?” I asked her, seeing as how I couldn’t see the clock, since it was on Zacky’s side, behind her.

“Um..,” she said, it took her a minute to get the numbers right. “There’s a 9, a 3, then a 4.”

I flopped back down on my pillow not really wanting to get up while Zacky slept in for the next three hours. It was like this every single weekend, I got up somewhere between 8 or 9 and he slept in til almost noon or one.

I heard a groan come from beside me, I looked over and Zacky was wincing in pain.

“Come on Ryleigh, get off my dick. You’re fucking squashing it,” he moaned, pushing the little girl off him, her landing with a "oomph" on the floor.

"Ow, daddy!" she cried, rubbing the back of her head, where it hit the floor. She stood up and punched her father in the arm.

"Ryleigh Jane! Don't hit your father," I said, hopping out of bed. She had tears running down her face, and was still rubbing the back of her head.

"But he hurt me first, mommy," she sobbed at me. "That's not fair."

I sighed, I looked over at Zack, who was laying there like nothing had happened. "He didn't do it on purpose, Ryles. Now apologize, and go in your room and play til I get your breakfast around."

She nodded her head. "I"m sorry, daddy," she said, her voice full of sarcasm. She walked away and slammed the door behind her.

I flopped back down on the bed, and rested against the headboard, and sighed. "You coulda helped me, dick."

He rolled over to face me. "You looked like you had it under control, Vee, didn't see any need to jump in," he said yawning, throwing his arm across my legs, and closing his eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

"You never help me discipline her, you always act like nothing is going on. There are times I would appreciate the help," I said. I leaned over and rested my head against his. "I get frustrated being a single parent all the time, baby."

He shot up, his head colliding with mine, forming the start of a headache.

"Single parent? Did you just really fucking say that?" he snarled at me. "I'm always fucking here, Veronica. I do everything for you and Ryleigh, everything."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't wanna have this argument again, Zachary, it's to early. You're never here. You're either at the bar, studio, or on tour. I've gone out maybe four times since Ryleigh's been born, as of right now, I gotta get up and feed her and get her dressed while you go back to sleep, like always," I said, climbing off the bed, and grabbing a pair of Zacky's shorts and throwing them on.

Zacky started digging through his side of the closet, muttering to himself. I was about to open the bedroom door when I caught a part of his sentence "...always knew doing this shit was a fucking mistake...Shoulda bailed when I had the damn chance..."

"What was a mistake?" I asked, turning around, my arms crossed.

Zack pulled his head out of the closet with a pair of jeans and a Jack Daniels t-shirt, looking at me. "Where's your studded belt?" he asked.

I grabbed it from our armchair in the corner, and tossed it to him. "What the hell was a mistake, Zack?" I asked, growing more and more impatient by the second.

He stopped halfway to our bathroom and looked at me. "You heard that?" he asked apprehensively.

I nodded my head, starting to feel scared at the look on my boyfriend's face.

He sat down in the armchair, and put his head in his hands. He finally looked at me. "I never wanted to be a parent, Veronica, I always thought it was hilarious someone like me becoming a father."

I thought this all over in my head. I came to the conclusion that he thought Ryleigh was a mistake, I don’t know why that came into my head, and maybe the way he was talking drew me to that.

“Are you saying that you think our daughter is a mistake?” I asked my voice full of hatred at him. I still don’t know what drew me to this, but I had a feeling I was right.

He wouldn’t look at me; his head looked down at his knees. Then he nodded. “Yeah, baby I do. We weren’t ready for her, and I don’t think we’re ready now. I mean I love her with all I’ve got, but we are just not fit to be parents. Total fuck ups like us as parents. That’s laughable.” He laughed but it held no humor.

"What would you like me to do? Give her up because you have some fucking stupid doubts about raising a child," I said sarcastically.

He sighed and threw his hands in the air. He walked into the bathroom and started running the water.

"Not exactly what I meant, you psycho ass bitch," he snapped at me. "I didn't mean that we shouldn't raise her, but that as fucked up as we are, it's going to be really hard to do this."

"I'm still confused, Zacky. What are you trying to say?" I asked, as he stripped and got in the shower. I sat on the bathroom counter waiting for an answer, an answer I was sure that would never come.

"All I mean Veronica is that as fucked up as our pasts are, it's gonna be hard to raise a child. With us raising ourselves when we were Ryleigh's age, it'd be kind of hard," he shouted over the running water. I sighed and jumped off the counter.

"Ya know, baby, that makes no sense, but I don't expect much coming from you, ya fucking jackass," I said, as I walked back into our bedroom. "Ryles!" I screamed down the hallway.

She popped her little head out of her room, and smiled at me.

"Come on let's get some breakfast," I said, and skipped the last few steps to her room. I grabbed her hand to walk donwstairs.

We walked into the kitchen, I grabbed a bowl, milk, spoon and Ryleigh's favorite, Lucky Charms. She jumped, or atleast tried to get on the stool at the island. I laughed, and plopped her in her seat. Zacky walked in, not even five minutes later.

He glared at me, grabbed the orange juice carton from the refridgerator and jumped on the counter.

"Use a glass, please, I rather not swallow your spit," I said, putting the clean dishes from the dish washer away and handing him a glass.

He accepted it, but set it on the counter. "No, you'd rather swallow other things than my backwash," he said, chugging more orange juice.

I scoffed at him. "Yeah, when I'm plastered, and not realizing what I'm doing," I said. I smirked at him, when he glared back at me.

"Anyways my theory earlier, makes complete sense," he said, bringing up the conversation I didn't want to keep having, evidently he wasn't through with it. "Think about it logically. Us being fuck ups, us not being capable of raising our daug-"

"Umm... do not even finish that sentence," I said cutting him off, my eyes flashing to Ryleigh and back to his face. He seemed confused, he didn't understand why my eyes flashed to Ryleigh and back at him. "I don't want to have this conversation in front of our daughter, you idiot!" I screamed at him. I swear to God he is a fucking dumbass some days.

"I don't care, Veronica! I'm not done talking about this!" He screamed at me.

"Zacky, I don't wanna have this conversation in front of Ryleigh, and to tell you the truth I don't wanna have it period, so please just fucking drop it," I said through gritted teeth. I put Ryleigh's dirty dishes in the sink, and told her to go upstairs to play for a while before I got her dressed.

"No, Veronica! Goddamnit, we're not done talking about this," Zacky screamed again.

"Well I'm done, I don't care what you want. I'm not gonna listen about how my daughter is a fucking mistake, and how we're such fuck ups," I yelled back at him.

"That's shocking you not caring about what I want. That's a fucking first," he replied sarcastically.

"Fuck off, you fucking asshole!" I screamed at him, which wasn't to smart to say to him,because he smacked me across the face. My head whipped to the side, and my left hand reached up to the side of my face, where I'm sure was a hand print. "That's it, I'm leaving, and I'm taking Ryleigh with me. I'm not gonna stay one more second and get the shit kicked out of my me, by some insensitive dick like you!"

I walked away from him, leaving him starring after me. "Ryleigh! Come on, baby, we're gonna go to Uncle Matty's house and play!" I hollered up the stairs. She ran down the stairs faster than I had ever seen her.

"Okay let's go!" She jumped up and down ready to go.

"Veronica, baby, I'm sorry, please just stay," Zacky said, walking towards me, I back away from him.

“No, Zacky, I’m leaving,” I said. I didn’t really know what to say, I had a feeling of what I wanted to say, but I wasn’t about to do it in front of Ryleigh.

Ryleigh ran towards to the door, and looked back at her father. “Come on, daddy, let’s go!” She squealed, obviously excited.

“No, baby, daddy has things to do right now. He’ll be over later, okay?” I said to my daughter, who nodded her head, not realizing what was going on.

Zacky just stood there, not knowing what he should do. He shoved his hands in his pockets, starring at the ground.

"Bye Zack,” I said as I walked out of the house, holding Ryleigh’s hand to the car. I buckled her in, sat in the drivers seat for a minute trying to register that I just walked out on my boyfriend. I looked at the house, and noticed he was standing there starring at me. I didn’t think he was sorry, all the hatred he had for me was clear in his eyes.

I started my car and took off, not looking back on what I was leaving behind.