I have to take care of someone elses child while her mother is having fun at parties

The moment I saw Molly, I was gone. She was breathtaking, the kind of woman who turned heads without trying. But beauty didn’t stop her boyfriend from walking away when she got pregnant. She was devastated, sobbing into my shoulder, and I was madly in love. I didn’t care that the baby wasn’t mine. I just wanted to be there, so I asked her to marry me.

Pregnancy didn’t bring her any joy. She hated every second of it. I kept hoping that once the baby arrived, she’d change, that she’d fall in love the way I had. But when Amelia was born, Molly only saw the life she’d lost. She barely looked at our daughter, barely held her. She just complained—about the exhaustion, the responsibility, the way her old life had slipped away.

But Amelia? She was everything to me. From the second she wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, she became my whole world. I fed her, bathed her, stayed up all night rocking her when she cried. I whispered promises to her in the quiet hours of the night, swearing I would never leave her, never let her feel unwanted.

For five years, we lived in this strange, fragile existence—Molly in her own world, distant, impatient, waiting for an escape. And then one day, she finally said the words I always knew were coming.

“I want a divorce. I’m done with you and that little girl. I wish I’d never had her.”

She packed up and left, no tears, no hesitation, just relief. A month later, she was back with Tanner—the same guy who had abandoned her the first time. While Amelia and I struggled to rebuild, Molly was out partying, living the life she thought she deserved.

I had just started to believe we were free, that we could finally move forward, when she showed up at my doorstep.

“Tanner’s finally ready to be a dad,” she said, her arms crossed like this was just some casual business transaction. “Hand over my daughter.”

I felt my blood boil. “Are you serious? I was here when you were off doing God knows what. She’s my daughter.”

She scoffed. “What court would ever take your side? She’s ours by blood. You’re nothing

I knew how custody battles went. I’d seen them before. Mothers always win. No matter how hard I had fought for Amelia, no matter how much I had loved her, I knew the odds weren’t in my favor. The thought of losing her was unbearable.

On the day of the hearing, I sat in the courtroom, my head in my hands, bracing for the inevitable. And then, in the thick silence, a small voice spoke up.

“Excuse me, can I say something?”

The entire room turned as Amelia, barely five years old, stood up on her tiny feet. My heart stopped.

“Your Honor,” she said, her voice steady but soft, “I want to stay with my daddy. He makes me breakfast, reads me stories, and tucks me in at night. He’s always been there for me.”

The courtroom was silent. The judge studied her, then glanced at Molly, whose expression had shifted from smug confidence to disbelief.

“Amelia,” the judge said gently, “are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” she said without hesitation. “My daddy loves me. He’s my real mommy and daddy all in one.”

Molly’s lawyer jumped in, insisting that Amelia was too young to make such a decision, that emotions couldn’t dictate legal outcomes. But the judge held up a hand to silence him, his attention still on my little girl.

“Thank you, Amelia, for your courage today,” he said, flipping through his notes before looking directly at me. He took a deep breath. “Given the unique circumstances of this case and the clear bond between the child and Mr. Thompson, I am ruling in favor of Mr. Thompson retaining full custody. It is in the best interest of the child to remain in a stable, loving environment.”

A wave of murmurs spread through the courtroom. Molly’s face paled, her lips parted in shock, but she said nothing. I could hardly move, barely breathe. Relief crashed over me like a tidal wave. I pulled Amelia into my arms, holding her close, holding on like I would never let go.

As we walked out of that courthouse together, her little hand in mine, I knew our life wouldn’t always be easy. But we had each other, and that was enough. Molly lingered for a moment, watching us, but then she turned and disappeared into the crowd. Whatever power she once had over us was gone. This was our new beginning