He stared at me like I was crazy. Can't say that I blame him. What I was asking him was pretty extreme.
"Please! Just take care of my babies!"
He shook his head, "I-I don't know how to take care of kids! Why do you want me to do it?"
"You just have to!" I sobbed, pressing the small bundles into his emerald arms, "Please! Protect them. Don't give them away to someone else. It has to be you!"
" … fine...do they have names?"
I smiled softly as I kissed the babies on the heads, "Raphael and Mabella. I have to go now. Please...just please...show them that they are loved. Please..."
I ran. Out into the open street knowing that he couldn't follow me. He couldn't risk the exposure of his kind. As I ran, tears poured down my face. It was for the best. Leaving him with my babies wa the only choice I had. I couldn't risk them getting hurt. I that asshole ever knew I had them, he'd find a way to take them away from me.
And I was not going to let that happen.