A/N: guys I'm planning a plot twist.

"Charli," it was midday when Mrs Hudson came knocking on their guest room door, "Is everything alright, dear?"

"Um, yes, Mrs Hudson," Charli nodded, "Everything's fine, what? Is something the matter?"

"No, nothing's the matter, dear," Mrs Hudson closed the door, "Actually I just received an alarming phone call from your Dad. Your parents need you to come home, Charli."

Charli swallowed the lump that formed into her throat, all of a sudden everything came rushing back like a train on a track, "Y-You can't make me go there."

Mrs Hudson sat on the bed next to her, she cradled her softly in her arms. "I'm sorry, honey. I know your parents weren't supportive." Her eyes shifted to Charli's stomach. "I know that your pregnant. You have to understand that a parent wouldn't be exactly pleased to see their teen daughter go through this. But, at least they are trying to fix it, they want you to come back."

"I just don't want everything to change," Charli's cheeks were wet, tears still fell from her eyes, "Everything is happening so fast."

"It's okay," Tamara soothed her, stroking her hair softly. "It will all be okay."

She knew Mrs Hudson meant the best, but it was hard to stay calm when her son was the potential baby daddy, something that if she knew she would probably be slapping her into the floor instead of hugging her.

"Thank you," Charli muttered softly.

*

"Welcome home, Charli," Dixie gave her sister a soft hug, being gentle around her stomach, "We're so happy your safe."

"Are you happy that...other me is safe?" Charli asked. Marc D'amelio walked up to her, he placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder.

He let out a deep sigh before speaking, "Listen Char, we are so, so sorry. It's not like we can say we weren't angry about this...but we're ready to move past this to help you. All we want is the best for you, and little you. If that's what you want."

"Yes, it is," Charli nodded, "Thank you, Dad."

"Come with me," Heidi grabbed ahold of Charli's hands, leading her up the stairs, "Here, this way."

She led her past her room, Dixie's and the master bedroom, she went all the way to what Charli knew as the guest room.

Inside the room was decorated in the neutral colour of green, a light pastel emerald, her eyes lit up when she realised what they had done for her.

"Oh my gosh," a hand covered her mouth, "Did you guys do this?"

"Yes," Heidi confirms, "It was my idea. Do you like it?"

"I love it," Charli gushed. Teddy bears sat in the empty crib, fluffy pillows and blankets lay around the room, and a musical baby mobile hung above the crib. "It's amazing."