Deannah kissed her four year old daughter; Lisa goodnight. She had already put her two year old son to bed and both beautiful children were fast asleep in their bedrooms.
Inside it was warm and cosy, but outside it was cold and lonely for a stranded sleeping newborn baby girl. The little girl was wrapped in a jacket, she was merely a few hours old and all alone.
Deannah went to bed, closing her beautiful eyes as the storm began outside.
A loud clap of thunder sounded through the forests and prompted the scream of a newborn baby, the hungry cries echoed around the surrounding area and met the ears of the beautiful Deannah.
Deannah got out of bed and checked her two little ones. Neither was awake. She frowned and went downstairs, as she got closer to the sound she soon realized that the baby was outside. In the stormy weather, opening the door as fast as she could her eyes met a screaming baby wrapped in only a jacket.
She hastily picked up the baby and cradled her close. The newborn snuggled into the woman's soft and warm embrace, gradually calming as she was brought into the warm.
The newborn baby was soon wrapped in a warm blanket as Deannah got a bottle of formula and sat with the newborn on the sofa, feeding the hungry baby after putting a diaper on the little one.
The baby girl watched the woman as she fed, and Deannah held the little baby close to her and rocked her gently to sleep in her arms.
Deannah went back to bed once the newborn baby was fed and changed fast asleep in her arms. The newborn now slept on through the storm. The storm that had changed lives.
Deannah smiled pulling up the covers, "Night Breanna" she whispered softly, as the newborn baby girl slept safely upon her chest, listening to the soothing sound of the woman's heart beat.