"No," I whispered, "You're not taking Leif from me." My hands shook as they rubbed the small boy's back, but I was sure to keep my voice steady.
The woman moves closer, "Isabella honey. Theres no way your grandmother can take care of such a little one alone. What will she do when you go off to collage? You won't be there to help her anymore."
I mentally cured the woman and took a step back, "I only have a few months left until I turn eighteen. I won't go to collage, I have plenty of money to life off of until he goes into PreSchool, then I'll get a job. You're not taking him away." My voice grew louder and louder with every word. It was true, I would give anything in the world to keep the pretty little boy in my arms beside me.
"No, that's not an option. You're still a minor, and we won't allow you to throw away your life like that! You have straight A's, collages have been begging you to accept scholarships, and you have promise to do whatever you want to do!" The lady from DHS smirked at me and held her arms out for Leif, who in turn, looked up at me with his beautiful hazel eyes and started screaming.
None of this is going to happen. My brother was staying with me. I spun on my heel and walked out the door, careful not to forget the babybag by my feet.
"Thank you ma'am, but your services are no longer needed" I said as my feet hit the cool pavement of the sidewalk.
Leif cooed and giggled as he played with my hair and I couldn't help but smile. We walked on, the little one year old not haveing a care in the world, and me ignoring the accusing glances and whispers of passerbys.
By this time tomorrow, everyone would know about what happened. I had to get Leif and myself out of this little hell hold of a town. It was full of poeple wanting to be hicks and billbillies, and no matter how hard you try, you start talking like them. Damn that southern Drawl.
My boy and I made it to the park after about an hour or so. It was already dark, so I moved to sit under a lightpost and rock Leif to sleep. Looking down at him, I realized that he really could be my son in a stranger's eyes, although he did look much more like my step-father. He had the same pale complection of my mother and myself, hair a shade or two darker then my own, and high cheekbones. The thing that threw off most people is that, where I had dark chocolate brown eyes, he has hazel eyes with a yellowish tone to them, making them appear to be almost golden.
My lips turned up into a smile as I thought of what to do. Leif and I had no place to go, and technically, I couldn't adopt the poor boy for another few months
"I'm so sorry," I whispered down to the sleeping figure and finally allow the long awaited tears to fall. I didn't have long to let myself go, seeing as Leif would probably wake up hungry soon. I hadn't had a chance to give him his finner with everything going on.
"Oh my!" a voice called. It sounded so motherly, and that just caused my silent tears to turn into body-racking sobs. Never again would I have a mother to love and care for Leif and myself. That would just have to be passed on to me. I would do it without question. Even when Renee and Phil were alive, I still took care of Leif as if he were my own son.
I looked up as I felt someone touch my shoulder just in time to see someone so beautiful and kindly...